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PSALMS  of  DAVID 

IMITATED     IN     THE 

Language  of  the  New  Testament. 


PSALM     I.    Common  Metre. 

TheV/ay  ancl2iidofth&&ighieousandihe  V, 

i  TJLEST  is  the  man  who  fnuns  the  place 
J3  WKere  finnejrs  love  to  meet ; 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  way 
And  hates  the  {"coffer's  feat. 

z  But  in  the  ilatutes  of  the  Lo lid 
Has  plac'd  his  chief  delight ; 
By  day  he  reads  or  hears  thenvord, 
And  meditates  by  night. 

3   [He  like  a  plant  of  gen'rQUs  kind, 
By  living  waters  let, 
Safe  from  the  florins  and  Mailing  wind, 
Enjoys  a  peaceful  itate.] 

jl  Green  as  a  leaf  and  ever  fair, 
Shall  his  profeiiion  mine, 
While  fruits  of  holineis  appear. 
Like  cluilers  on  the  vine. 

■;  Not  fo  the  impious  and  unjuil ; 
fiat  vain  deilgns  they  form  ! 
'f  heir  hopes  is  blown  away  like  dull, 
(  •»••. chair  be/ore  the  ftorm. 


PSALM     I. 

6  Sinners  in  judgment  (hall  not  Hand 

A'mcmgft  the  fons  of  grace 
When  Chrift  the  Judge  at  his  right  haod 
Appoints  his  faints  a  place. 

7  His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread ; 

His  heart  approves  it  weil : 

But  crooked  ways  of  fmners  lead 

Down  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

P  S  A  L  IvI     i.  '  Short  Metre! 

The  Saint  happy,  the  Sinner  miferable, 
I  '  |  ^'HE  man  is  ever  bleft, 

JL     Who  fhuns  the  iinner's  ways; 
Amongit  their  councils  never  Hands, 
Nor  takes  the  fcorner's  place. 

1  But  makes  the  law  of  God 

His  ftudy  and  delight, 
Amidi!  the  labours  of  the  day, 
And  watches  of  the  night. 

3  He  like  a  tree  fliall  thrive, 

With  waters  Rear  the  root ; 
Freih  as  the  leaf  his  name  {hall  live  ; 
His  works  are  heavenly  fruit.     - 

4  Not  fo  th'  ungodly  race, 

They  no  fuch  ble flings  find  : 
Their  hopes  fliall  flee,  like  empty  chaff 
Before  the  driving  wind. 

5  How  will  they  bear  to  ftand 

Before  that  judgment  feat,* 
Where  all  the  faints  at  Chriil's  right  hand 
In  full  ailembly  meet  ? 

%  He  knows,  and  he  approves 

The  way  the  righteous  go ; 
.   But  finners  and  their  works  iruU  meet 

A  dreadful  overthrew. 


P  S  A  L  M     II.  5 

A  L  M     i.     Long  Metre. 

The  Difference   between   the   Rzgbtdcus   and  the 
Wicked. 

1  XJTAPPY  the  man  whofe  cautious  ittt 
XX  Shun  the  broad  way  t;:  ,  go, 
Who  hates  the  place  where  athiefts  meet, 
And  fears  to  talk  as  fcoffers  do. 

2  He  loves  t'  employ  his  morning  light 
Amongft  the  ilatutes  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  (pends  t'he  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
With  pleafure  pond'ring  o'er  the  word. 

3  He  like  a  plant  by  gentle  ftream:, 
Shall  flourim  in  immortal  green  : 

And  Heav'n  will  mine  with  kiudeft  beams 
On  ev'ry  work  his  hands  begin 

4  But  finners  find  their  connfels  crofl ; 
As  chaff  before  the  tempeil  ilies. 

So  mall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  loft, 
When  the  lait  trumpet  makes  the  ikies. 

5  In  vain  the  rebels  feek  to  ftand 
In  judgmeut  with  the  pious  race; 

The  dreadful  judge,  with  fterrt  command, 
Divides  him  to  a  difPrent  place. 

6  "  Strait  is  the  way  my  faints  have,  trod, 
"  I  bleit  the  path,  and  drew  it  p! 

•-  But  you  would  chufe  the  crooked  re 
i  down  it  leads  to  endlefs  pai 

FSA1M     2.     Short  Me:re. 

.i  according  to  the  Divine  Yz  i 

Acts  iv.  24,  &c. 

t  Dying,  Rijing,  Interceding,  &  Rag 

MAKER  andfov'reign  Lord 
Of  heav'n.  and  earth  and  fea*. 


PSALM     II. 

Thy  providence  confirms  thy  word, 
And  anfwers  thy  decrees. 

The  things  fo  long  foretold 
By  David,  are  fulhTd  ; 
When  Jews  and  Gentiles  join  to  flay 
Jefus  thy  holy  child.] 

Why  did  the  Gentiles  rage, 

And  Jews  with  one  accord 

Bend  all  their  counsels  to  deftroy 

Th'  anointed  of  the  Lord  ? 

Rulers  and  kings  agree 
To  form  a  vain  deiign  ; 
Againit.  the  Lord  their  pow'rs  unite, 
Againil  his  Chriit  they  join. 

The  Lord  derides  their  rage, 
And  will  iupport  his  throne  ; 
He  that  hath  raif'd  him  from  the  dead, 
Hath  own'd  him  for  his  fon. 

Pause 
Now  he's  afcended  high, 
And  afks  to  rule  the  earth ; 
The  merit  ct  his  blood  lie  pleads, 
And  pleads  his  heavenly  birth. 

Beneath  his  fov'reign  (way 
A  large  inheritance ; 
Far  as  the  world's  remotelt  bounds 
His  kindom  lliall  extend. 

The  nations  that  rebel, 
Mull  feel  his  iron  rod  ; 
He'll  v  indicate  thole  honours  well 
W^hich  he  receiv'd  from  God. 

[Be  wife,  ye  rulers  now, 
And  worfhipat  his  throne; 


"P  S  A  L  M     II. 

With  trembling  joy,  ye  people  bow, 
To  God's  exalted  Son. 
10     If  once  his  wrath  arife, 
Ye  perilri  on  the  place  ; 
Then  blelTed  is  the  foul  that  flies 
For  refuge'tohis  grace.] 

i  S-A  L  M     II.     Common  Metre. 
i   II  THY  did  the  nations  join  to  flay 
V?      The  Lord's  annointed  Son? 
Why  did  they  call:  his  laws  away, 
And  tread  his  gofpel  down  ? 

2  The  Lord  that  fits  above  the  fkies, 

Derides  their  rage  below, 
He  fpeaks  with  veng'ance  in  his  eyes, 
And  ftrikes  their  fpirits  thro'. 

3  "  I  call  him  my  eternal  Son. 

"  And  raife  him  from  the  dead, 
"  I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 
"  And  wide  his  kingdom  fpread. 

4  "  Afk  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 

"  The  utmoft  heathen  lands ; 
"  Thy  rod  of  iron  mall  deitroy 
"  The  rebel  that  withitands." 

5  Be  wife,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth, 

Obey  tli'  anointed  Lord, 
Adore  the  King  of  heav'nly  birth, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

6  With  humble  love  addrefs  his  th 

For  if  he  frown  ye  die  : 
1  hofe  are  fecure,  and  thofe  alone 
Who  on  his  grace  rely. 

PSALM     II.     Long  : 
Christ's  Death,  Refurrection,  and  A;, 
i  "t  T  THY  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  r^g 
V  V    The  Romans  why  their  n\  ords  er 
ploy  ? 


S  P     S  A  L  M    II. 

Againft  the  Lord  their  powers  engage, 
His  dear  Anointed  to  deilroy  ? 

2  "  Gome  let  us  break  his  bands,  they  fay, 
**  This  man  fhall  never  give  us  laws ;" 
And  thus  they  eaft  his  yoke  away, 

And  nail'd  the  monarch  to  the  croft. 

3  But  God  who  high  in  glory  reigns, 
Laughs  at  their  pride,  their  rage  controuls : 
Ke'il  fmite  their  hearts  with  inward  pains, 
And  fpeak  in  thunder  to  their  foul:. 

4  "  I  will  maintain  the  King  I  made 
"  On  Sion's  everiairing  h3l, 

<f  My  hand  mail  bring  him  from  the  dead. 
*f  And  he  ihall  ftand  your  Sovereign  Hill." 

5  [His  wondrous  rifing  from  the  earth, 
Makes  his  eternal  Godhead  known; 
The  Lord  declares  his  heav'nly  birth : 
*■*  This  day  have  I  begot  my  Son, 

6  "  Afcend,  my  Son,  to  my  right  hand, 
tc  There  thou  (halt  afk,  and  I  beitow 

fC  The  utmoft  bounds  of  heathen  lands ; 
"Tothee  their  fuppliant tribes  ihall  bow."} 

7  But  nations  that  refiit.  his  grace 
Shall  fall  beneath  his  lifted  rod  ; 
His  arm  ihall  crufh  the  impious  race, . 
That  dare  provoke  th'  avenging  God. 

Pause. 

8  Now  ye  that  fit  on  earthly  thrones, 
Be  wife,  and  ferve  the  Lord,  the  Lamb 
Now  to  his  feet  fubmit  your  crowns, 
Rejoice  and  tremble  at  his  name. 

9  With  humble  iove  addrefs  the  S 
Left  he  grow  angry,  and  ye  die  ; 


P  S  A  L  M     III.  4 

His  wrath  will  burn  to  worlds  unknown, 
His  love  gives  life  above  me  iky. 

10  His  dorms  (hall  quell  the  ftubborn  foe, 
And  fink  his  honours  in  the  dull : 
Happy  the  fouls,  Viieir  God  that  know, 
And  make  his  grace  their  only  truft. 

PSALM     3.    Common  Metre. 

Doubts  and  fears fupprtffed  s  or  GOD  our  Defence 

frimi  Sin  and Sat "an. 
I   T%  /f"Y  Go  J,  how  many  are  my  fears  ? 
'  j[   How  faft  my  foes  increafe  ? 
Confpiring  my  eternal  death, 

■•■/  break  my  prefent  peace. 

be  lying  tempter  would  perfua 
Tliere's  no  relief  in  hcav'n  j 

And  all  my  growing  fins  appear 
Too  great  to  be  forgiv'n. 

3  But  thou,  my  glory,  and  my  itreng:-. 

Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread, 

It  fiience  all  my  thrcat'ning  guilt. 
And  raife  my  drooping  head. 

4  [1  cry'd,  and  from  his  holy  hill 

He  bow'd  a  lifl'ning  ear, 
I  call'd  my  father,  and  my  God, 
And  he  iubdu'd  my  fear. 

fhed  left  (lumbers  on  mine  e. 
of  all  my  foes  5 
1  vonder'd  at  the  grace 

it  guarded  my  repcie.  ' 


:ho'  the  hofta  of  death  ari" 
i  againil 

more  lha 


againftme  ivood 


io  PSALM     HI. 

7  A  rife,  O  Lord,  fulfil  thy  grace, 

While  I  thy  glory  fing  ; 
My  G.od  has  broke  the  ferpent's  teetk, 
And  death  has  loll  his  fting. 

8  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs, 

His  arm  alone  can  fave  ; 
Bleflings  attend  thy  people  here, 
And  reach  beyond  the  grave. 

PSALM  3.   1,2,3,4,5,8.  Long  Metre. 

A  Morning  Pfj.hr,. 
j  /~\  Lo:in,  how  many  are  my  foes, 
V_/  In  this  weak  itate  of  ileih  and  blood  ? 
My  peace  they  daily  difcompofc, 
But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God. 

ir'd  with  the  burdens  of  the  day, 
.  :ee  1  rais'd  an  evening  cry  ; 
oq  heardit  when  I  begad  to  pray, 
And  thine  almighty  help  was  nigh. 

3  Supported  by  thine  heavenly  aid 

id  me  down  and  flept  fecure  ; 

Not  death  lhould  make  my  heart  afraid, 
Tiio'  I  mould  wake  and  rife  no  mors. 

4  But  God  fuiiain'dme  all  the  night ; 
Salvation  doth  to  God  belong  : 

He  raiiM  my  head  to  fee  the  light, 
And  makes  his  praife  my  morning  forig. 

PSALM  4.    1, 2,  3,  4,  6,  7.    Long  Metre. 

Hearing  of  Prayer  :  or,   GOD  cur  Portion,  find 
Ch  Ri3t  our  h 

I  /^\  God  of  grace  and  righteoufnefs, 
\^J  Hear  and  attend  when  I  complain; 
Thou  hail  enlarg'd  me  in  diihcfs, 
Bow  down  a  gracious  ear  again. 


PSALM     IV.  ii 

2  Ve  Tons  of  men  in  vain  ye  try 
To  turn  my  glory  into  fhame  ; 
How  long  will  fcoffers  love  to  lie, 
And  dare  reproach  my  Saviour's  name  ? 

3  Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  faints 
From  all  the  tribes  of  men  ben&es  : 
He  hears  and  pities  their  complaints, 
For  the  dear  fake  of  Chrift  that  dy'd. 

4  When  our  obedient  hands  have  done 
A  thoufand  works  of  righteoufnefs, 
We  put  our  truft  in  God  alone, 
And  glory  in  his  pard'ning  grace. 

5  Let  the  unthinking  many  fay, 

"  Who  will  bellow  fome  earthly  good?" 
But,  Lord,  thy  light  and  love  we  pray  ; 
Our  fouls  defire  this  heav'nly  food. 

6  Then  fhail  my  chearful  powers  rejoice 
At  grace  divine,  and  love  {o  great, 
Nor  will  I  change  my  happy  choice 
For  all  their  wealth  and  boailed  ilate. 

PSALM  4.  Ver.  3,4,5,8.  Common  Metre. 
An  Evening  Pfalm. 

1  T    ORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  1  pi  a,  . 
1   j  I  am  for  ever  thine  : 

I  fear  before  the  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  fin. 

2  And  while  I  reil  my  weary  head, 

From  cares  and  bus'nefs  free, 

'Tis  fwe'et  converfing  on  my  bed, 

V>  ith  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  evening  facriiice  ; 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 


\z  P  S  A  L  M     V. 

4  Thus  with  my  thoughts  compos'd  to  peace , 
I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  fleep : 
Thy  hind  in  fafety  keeps  my   days, 
And  will  my  iiumbers  keep. 

PSALM    5.    Common  Metre. 

For  the  Lord' 's  Day-Morning, 

1  T    ORD,  in  the  morning  thou  fnalt  hear 
X__j  My  voice  afcending  high; 

To  thee  will  I  direil  my  prayer 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  .eye. 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Chrift  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  his  faints, 
Preferring  at  his  father's  throne 
Our  fongs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whofe  fighi 

The  wicked  mall  not  ftand  ; 
Sinners  (hall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 
Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  houfe  will  I  refort, 

To  tafte  thy  mercies  there  ; 
I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 
And  worfhip  in  thy  fear. 

5  O  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  righteoufnefs  ! 

Make  every  patn  of  duty  ftrait, 

And  plain  before  my  face. 

P    a    u    s    E, 

6  My  watchful  enemies  combine 

To  tempt  my  feet  ail  ray  ; 
They  flatter  with  a  bafe  deiign, 
To  make  my  foul  their  prey. 

3rd,  crufh  the  ferpent  in  the  dull, 


\ndall  hi 


PSALM    VI-  13 

While  thofe  that  in  thy  mercy  truft. 
For  ever  fhout  fcr  joy. 

$  The  men  that  love  and  fear  thy  name, 
Shall  fee  their  hopes  fulnll'd  : 
The  mighty  God  will  compafs  them 
With  favor -as  a  fhieid. 


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PSALM  6.  Common  Metre. 

Complaint  in  Si  chiefs,  or,  Difeafes  healed, 
N  anger,  Lord,  do  not  chaftiie,^ 


Withdraw  the  dreadful  front!  ;  • 
Nor  let  thine  aw  fal  wrath  arife 
Againft  a  feeble  worm. 

2  My  foul  bow'd  down  with  heavy  cares.. 

My  fieih  with  pain  opprefs'd, 
My  couch  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
My  tears  forbid  rny  reft. 

3  Sorrow  and  grief  wear  out  my  days  ; 

I  wafte  the  night  with  cries, 
And  count  the  minutes  as  they  pafs, 
;Till  the  How  morning  rife. 

4  Shall  I  be  ftiil  tormented  more  ? 

My  eyes  confum'd  with  grief? 
How  long,  my  God,  how  long,  before 
Thine  hand  afford  relief? 

5  He  hears  his  mourning  children  fpeak, 

He  pities  all  our  grcans, 
He  fives  us  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
ftd  heals  our  broken  bones. 

6  The  virtue  of  his  fovereign  word, 

-Reftores  our  fainting  breath  ; 
For  filent  graves  praiie  not  the  Lord., 
Nor  is  he  known  in  death. 


i4  PSALM     VII. 

PSALM    6.   Long  Metre. 

Temptations  in  Sicknefs  overcome. 

i  T    ORD,  I  can  fuffer  thy  rebukes,  - 
I   j  When  thou  with  kindnefs  doth  chaftife  ; 
But  thy  fierce  wrath  I  cannot  bear, 
O  let  it  not  againil  me  rife  ! 

2  Pity  my  languifhing  eftate, 
And  eafe  the  forrows  that  I  feel ; 

The  wounds  thinft  heavy  hand  hath  made. 
O  let  thy  gentler  touches  heal  ! 

3  See  how  in-fighs  I  pafs  my  days, 
And  wafte  in  groans  the  weary  night  : 
My  bed  is  water'd  with  my  tears  ; 

My  grief  cohfumes,  and  dims  my  fight. 

4  Look  how  the  pow'rs  of  nature  mourn  ! 
How  long,  Almighty  God,  how  long  ? 
When  ihaM  thine  hour  of  grace  return? 
When  mail  I  make  thy  grace  my  fong  ? 

§   I  feel  my  flefh  fo  near  the  grave, 
My  "thoughts  are  tempted  to  defpair  :  ; 
But  graves  can  never  praife  the  Lord,. 
For  all  is  duft  and  nlence  there. 

6  Depart,  ye  tempters,  from  my  foul, 
And  all  defpairing  thoughts  depart ; 
My^od,  who  hears  my  humble  moan, 
■!%aie  my  flefh,  and  cheer  my  heart. 

PSALM  7.  Common  Metre. 

GOD's  Care  of  his  People,  and  Punifoment  of 

Pcrjecutors. 
I  ~|\/TY  trull  is  in  my  heav'nly  friend, 
JL VJL    My  hope  in  thee,  my  God  : 
Rife  and  my  helplefs  life  defend, 
From  thofe  that  feek  my  blood. 


PSALM    vn 

z  With  mrolence  and  fury  they 
foul  in  pieces  tear, 
As  hungry  lions  rend  the  prey 
en  no  deliverer's  near. 

3  If  e'er  my  pride  provok'd  them  firil, 

Or  once  abus'd  my  foe, 
Then  let  them  tread  my  life  to  dull, 
A.k.  lay  my  honor  low. 

4  If  there  be  malice  found  in  me, 

1  know  thy  piercing  eyes  ; 
I  ihouid  not  dare  appeal  to  thee, 
Nor  aik  my  God  to  rife. 

5  Arife,  my  God,  lift  up  thy  hand, 

Their  pride  and  power  controul ; 
Awake  to  judgment,  and  command 
jDeiiv'rance  for  my  foul. 

P    a    u    s    E. 

6  Let  tinners  and  their  wicked  rage 

.  humbled  to  the  duft  ; 
Shall  no;  the  God  of  truth  engage 
To  vindicate  tire  juil ! 

mows  the  heart,  he  tries  the  reigns, 
Ke  will  defend  th'  upright : 
Hii  tharpeit  arrows  he  ordains 
Agamit  the  fons  of  fpight. 

5  Th.v  leagu'd  in  guilt  their  malice  (bread, 
A  fnare  before  my  way ; 

mifchiefs  on  their  impious 
engenceace  {hall  repay,. 

c-ruel  pviecuting  race 
el  his  dreadful  fword  ; 
\\  foul,  and  praije  the  g] 


16  PSALM    VIII. 

PSALM    8.    Short  Metre. 

Qod'd  Sovereignty  and  Good/iefs :  and  Man's  Dc- 
minioii  over  the  Creatures. 

i  /~\  Lord,  our  heav'nly  king, 
\^J  Thy  narr.e  is  all  divine  : 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread, 
And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  fhine. 

2  When  to  thy  works  on  high, 
I  raife  my  wond'nng  eyes, 

And  fee  the  moon,  complete  in  light, 

Adorn  the  darkfoi. 

3  When  I  furvey  the  Has -s, 
And  all  their  mining  forms ; 

Lord  what  is  man  !  that  worthlefs  tiling, 
Akin  to  dull  and  worms  ? 

4  Lord,  what  is  worthlefs  man  ! 
That  thou  mould 'it  love  him  fo? 

Xt;a  to  thine  angels  he  is  plac'd, 
And  lord  of  all  below. 

5  Thy  honours  crown  his  head, 
While  beafts  like  Haves  obey, 

And  birds  that  cut  the  air  with  wings. 
And  hili  that  cleave  the  fea. 

6  How  rich  thy  bounties  are  \ 
And  wond'rous  are  thy  ways  : 

Of  dull  and  worms  thy  pow'r  can  frame 
onument  of  praife. 

7  [Cut  of  the  mouths  of  babe;; 
And  lucklings,  thou  caml  draw 

Surprising  honours  to  thy  name, 
And  ftrike  the  world  with  awe, 

$       O  Lord,  our  heav'nly  king, 
Thy  name  is  all  divine. 


PSALM    VIII.  *7 

Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread, 
And  o'er  the  heav:n  they  fhine.] 

PSALM   8.  Common  Metre. 

Christ's   Cpndefcenjion  artd  Glorification  :  or, 

God  made  Man. 

i  /^\  Lord  our  God,  how  wond  roue  great 
\_y     Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 
The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  irate 
Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 

2  When  I  behold  tjhy  works  on  high,, 

The  moon  that  rules  the  night* 
,  And  (lars  that  well  adorn  the  iky, 
Thofe  moving  worlds  of  light. 

3  Lord,  what  is  man,  or  all  his  race, 

Who  dwells  fo  far  below, 
That  thou  (houldft  vifit  him  with  grace 
And  love  his  nature  fo  ? 

4.  That  thine  eternal  Son  mould  bear 
To  take  a  mortal  form, 
Made  lower  than  his  angels  are, 
To  fave  a  dying  worm. 

5   [Yet  while  he  liv'd  on  earth  unknc \ 
And  men  would  not  adore, 
Behold  obedient  nature  own, 
His  Godhead  and  his  power. 

9  The  waves  lay  fpread  beneath  his  feet, 
And  filh  at  his  command, 
Bring  their  large  fhoals  to  Peter's  net* 
Bring  tribute  to  his  hand. 

7  Thefe  fmailer  glories  of  the  Son 
Shone  through  the  flefliy  cloud  ; 
Now  we  behold  him  on  his  throne, 
And  men  confefs  him  God.] 


i8  PSALM     VI11. 

8  Let  him  with  majefty  be  crown' J, 

Who  bow'd  his  head  to  death  ; 
And  his  eternal  honours  found , 
From  all  things  that  have  breath. 

9  Jefus,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 

Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 
The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  Hate 
Let  the  whole  earth  proclaim. 

PSALM    8.    ver.  I,  2.  Paraphrafed. 
First  Part.  Long  Metre. 

The  Hofanna  of  the  Children :  or,  Infant spraijino 
GOD. 

1  A    LMIGHTY  Ruler  of  the  ikies, 
jLjl  Thro'  the  wide  earth  thy  name  ii 
And  thine  eternal  glories  rife  [fpread, 
O'er  all  the  heav'ns  thy  hands  have  made. 

2  To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young, 
Their  founding  notes  of  honour  raife  ; 
And  babes,  with  uninfxrucled  tongue, 
Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praiie. 

4.  Thy  power  aihfts  their  tender  age 
To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground, 
To  ftill  the  bold  blafphemer's  rage, 
And  ali  their  policies  confound. 

4  Children  amidfi  thy  temple  throng 
To  fee  their  great  Redeemer's  face  ; 
The  fon  of  David,  is  their  fong, 
And  loud  Hofannas  fill  the  place. 

5  The  frowning  fcribes  and  angry  prieft* 
In  vain  their  impious  cavils  bring 
Revenge  fits  filent  in  their  brcaits, 
While  Jewiih  babes  proclaim  their  King. 


PSALM     IX.  i9 

F  S^A  L  M  8.  ver.  3,  &c.  Paraphrafed. 

SecondPart.  Long  Metre . 

Adam  and  Christ,  Lords  of  the  Old  and  Ne*ut 

Creation. 
i  T    ORD,  what  was  man.  when  made  at  firitj, 
JL/  Adam  the  offspring  of  the  di 
That  thou  ihouldft  fe':  him  and  bis  race 
jafi  below  an  angel's  place  ? 

2  Thar  thou  iliouldit  raife  his  nature  fo, 
And  make  him  lord  of  all  below, 

Make  every  brail  and  bird  fabmit, 
J.  lay  the  fifties  at  his  feet  ? 

3  Bet  O  !  what  brighter  glories  wait 
To  crown  the  fecond  Adam's  mite ! 
What  honours  ihall  thy  Son  adorn., 
Who  condeicended  to  be  born  I 

4.  See  him  below  his  angels  made  : 
Behold  him  number 'd  with  the  dead, 
To  feve  a  ruin'd  world  from  fin  : 
Bat  he  fhaii  reign  with  pow'r  divine. 

5   The  world  to  come,  redeem'd  from  all 
The  mif'ries  that  attend  the  fill, 
New  made  and  glorious,  mall  fabmit 
At  our  exalted  Saviour's  feet. 

PSALM  9.  Firft  Fart,  Common  Metre. 

Wrath  and  Mercy  from  the  "Judgment  Seat. 
l^lf^ITH  my  whole  heart  I'll  raife  my 
inders  I'll  proclaim ;      [£ong„ 
of  right  and  wrong 

1  my  foes  ■■• 

prepares  hi 
T*  irld  with  rights  . 

vengeance  known. 


20  PSALM     IX. 

3  Then  mall  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove 

lev  all  the  poor  opprei's'd  ; 
To  lave  the  people  of  his  love, 
And  give  the  weary  reft, 

4  The  men  that  know  thy  name  will  tru# 

In  thy  abundant  grace  ; 
For  thou  hail  ne'er  forfook  the  juft, . 
Who  humbly  feek  thy  face. 

5  Sing  praifes  to  the  righteous  Lord, 

Who  dwells  onSiorrs  Hill, 
Who  executes  his  threat'ning  word, 
Whofe  works  his  grace  fulfil. 

PSALM  9.  ver.  12.   Second  Part. 

The  JVifdom  and  Lquliy  cf  Providence. 

1  TI7HEN  the  great  Judge  fupreme  and 

W    Shall  once  enquire  for  blood,    [jUftjj 
The  humble  iouls  that  mourn  in  dull, 
Shall  find  a  faithful  God. 

2  He  from  the  dreadful  gates  cf  death 

Does  his  own  children  raife  j 
In  Sion's  gates,  with  cheerfal  breath,  • 
They  fmg  their  Father's  praife. 

3  His  foes  mail  fall,  with  heedlefs  feet, 

Into  the  pit  they  made  ; 
And  linners  periili  in  the  net 

That  their  own  hands  have  fpread. 

4  Thus  by  thy  judgment,  mighty  God 

Are  thy  deep  counfels  known  ; 
When  men  of  mifchlef  are  dcicroy'd. 
In  fnares  that  were  their' own. 

Pause.. 

5  The  wicked  mall  fink  down  to  iieii ; 

Thy  wrath  devour  the  1  u 


PSALM     X.  2i 

That  dare  forget  thee,  or  rebel 
Agamft  thy  known  commands. 

Though  faints  to  fore  difirefs  are  brought, 

And  wait  and  long  complain, 
Their  cries  Jhall  never  be  forgot, 

Nor  mall  their  hopes  be  vain. 

[Rife,  great  Redeemer,  from  thy  feat, 

To  judge  and  fave  the  poor  ; 
Let  nation?  tremble  at  thy  feet, 

And  man  prevail  no  more. 

Thy  thunder  mail  affright  the  proud, 

And  put  their  hearts  to  pain, 
Make  them  confefs  that  thou  art  God, 
And  they  but  feeble  men. 

PSALM   10.  Common  Metre. 

foyer  heardy  and Saints  faved j  or,  Pride,  A- 

tkcifm,  and  Opprefl'on  tnnijljcd. 
For  a  Humiliation  Day. 
TI7KY  doth  tii e  Lord  depart  fo  far, 
*  V      And  why  conceal  his  face, 
When  great  calamities  appear, 
And  times  of  deep  diftrefs  ? 

Lord  {hall  the  wicked  Hill  deride 

Thy  jultice  and  thy  laws  \ 
Shall  they  advance  their  heads  id  pride, 

And  flight  the  righteous  caufe. 

They  call  thy  judgments  from  their  right , 

And  then  iniult  the  poor, 
They  boaft  in  their  exalted  height, 

That  they  mail  fall  no  more. 

A  rife,  O  God,  lift  up  thine  hand, 
Attend  our  humble  cry  ; 
;my  mail  dare  to  Hand 
;  God  afcends  on  high. 


2  PS  A  L  M     XL 

Pause. 

;  Why  do  the  men  of  malice  rage, 
And  fay  with  fboliih  pride, 
"  The  God  of  heav'n  will  ne'er  engage 
"  To  fight  on  Sbn'shdc." 

S  But  thou  for  ever  art  our  Lord  ; 
Atld  powerful  i,s  thine  hand. 
v\  hen  the  heathens  felt  thy  iVord 
And  periuYd  from  thy  land. 

7  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  y 
And  caufe  thine  ear  to  hear  ; 
Accept  the  vows  thy  children  pay. 
And  free  thy  flints'  from  fear. 

g  Proud  tyrants  (hall  no  more  opp  . 
No  more  defpife  the  jult  ; 

mighty  finners  mall  conk-h 
Thcy  are  but  earth  and  dull. 

PSALM  ii.   Long  Metre. 

GOD  loves  the  Righteous  and  hates  the  Wi 
?  T\ /TY  refuge  is  the  God  of  love, 
J.VJL  Why  do  my  foes  iniult  and  dry, 
"  Fly  like  a  tim'rous  trernbiing  dove, 
'*  To  diitant  woods  or  mountains  ily.'" 

"government  be  once  detlroy'd, 
(That  nrm  foundation  of  our  peace) 
/ind  violence  make  iurtice  void, 
Where  mall  the  righteous  feck  redr. 

3  The  Lord  in  heav'n  has  r'x'cl  his  th 
His  eye  be  world  below  ; 
To  him  all  mortal  things  arc  kn 

•  His  eye-lids  fearch  our  fpirit-:  tluvo 

4  If  he  aiHicls  his  faints  fo  fir, 
To  prove  their  ksve.  a&fc 


PSALM     XII.  23 

What  may  the  bold  tranfgreffors  fear  ? 
His  foul  abhors  their  wicked  ways. 

5  On  impious  wretches  he  mail  rain 
Sulpherous  flames  of  waiting  death, 
Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plain 
Of  Sodom  with  his  angry  breath. 

6  The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  fouls, 
Whofe  thoughts  and  actions  are  hncere, 
And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 

The  men  that  his  own  image  bear. 

PSALM  12.  Long  Metre. 

The  Saint' *s  Safety  and  Hope  in  ez'il  Times  :  or, 
Sins  of  the  Tongue  complained  of,  viz.  Biaf- 
phemy,  Faljhood,  &c. 

i     A   LMIGHTY  GOD,  appear  and  fave ! 
jT\.  F°r  vice  and  vanity  prevail  : 
The  godly  perifh  in  the  grave, 
The  juft  depart,  the  faithful  fail. 

2  The  whole  difcourfe,when  crouds  are  met. 
Is  fill'd  with  trifles  loofe  and  vain  ; 
Their  lips  are  flattery  and  deceit, 

And  their  proud  language  is  profane. 

3  But  lips  that  with  deceit  abound 
Shall  not  maintain  their  triumph  long  : 
The  God  cf  vengeance  will  confound 
The  flattering  and  blafpheming  tongue. 

a    "  Yet.Jhall  cur  words  be  free,  they  cry  ; 
"  Our  tongues  fhall  be  control'd  by  none  : 
"  Where  is  the  Lord,  will  afk  us  why  ? 
"  Or  lay  our- lips  are  not  our  Own  r" 

5  The  Lord,  who  fees  the  poor  opprefs'd. 
And  hears  th*  oppreflbr's  haughty  llrain. 


2+  PSALM     XII. 

Will  rife  to  give  his  children  reft, 
Nor  (hall  they  trail  his  word  in  vain. 

6  Thy  word,  O  Lord,  tho'  often  try'd, 
Void  of  deceit  fhall  ftill  appear; 
Not  filver  feven  times  purify '4  ; 
From  drofs  and  mixture,  lhines  fo  clear- 

7  Thy  grace  mall  in  the  darkeft  hour 
Defend  from  danger  and  furprife  ; 
Wo*  when  the  vilcft  men  have  power, 
On  every  fide  oppreflbrs  rife. 

PSALM   12.   Common  Metre. 

^  t  npliaint  of  a  general  Corruption  of  Manner;  : 
C  r,  7  'he  promife  and  Signs  of  C H  R 1 3  t's  com" 
to  Judgment. 
i  T  TBLP,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail, 
XT  Religion  lofes  ground  ; 
The  fons  of  violence  prevail, 
And  treacheries  abound. 

a  Their  oaths  and  promifes  they  break, 
Yet  aft  the  flatterer's  part; 
With  fair  deceitful  lips  they  fpeak, 
And  with  a  double  heart. 

3  If  we  reprove  fome  hateful  lie, 
They  fcorn  our  faithful  word  : 
"  Are  not  our  lips  our  own,"  they  cry, 
"  And  who  fhall  be  our  Lord  ?" 

Icoffers  appear  on  every  fide, 

Where  a  vile  race  of  men 
Is  rais'd  to  feats  of  power  and  pride, 

And  bears  the  fword  in  vain. 

Pause. 

5  Lord  when  iniquities  abound, 
And  blafphemy  grows  bold-, 


FSALM    Xia  2c 

When  faith  is  rarely  to  be  found* 
And  love  is  waxing  cold ; 

»  Is  not  thy  charriot  hafl'ning  on  ? 
Haft  thoa  not  given  the  iign  ? 
May  we  not  truft  and  live  upon 
A  promife  fo  divine  ? 

I  s<  Yes,  faith  the  Lord,  now  will  I  rife, 
"  And  make  th*  oppreffors  flee ; 
*'  I  fhall  appear  to  their  furprife, 
"  And  fet  my  fervants  free." 

t  Thy  word,  like  filver  feven  times  try'd. 
Thro'  ages  fhall  endure  ; 
The  men  that  in  thy  truth  confide 
Shall  find  thy  promife  fure. 

PSALM  13.  Common  Metre, 

G&nplaint  under  the  Temptation  of  the  DeK'il. 
'OW  long  wilt  thou  conceal  they  face  I 


■h 


My  God,  how  long  delay  ? 
When  fhall  I  feel  thofe  neav'nly  rays 
That  chafe  my  fears  away  ? 

How  long  fhall  my  poor  lab'ring  foul 

Wreitle  and  toil  in  vain  ? 
Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  controul. 
And  eafe  my  raging  pain. 

See  how  the  Prince  of  darknefs  tries 

All  his  malicious  arts  ; 
He  fpreads  a  mift  around  my  eyes,, 

And  tirows  his  fiery  darts. 

Be  thou  my  fun,  and  thou  my  fhield, 

My  foul  in  fafety  keep  ; 
Make  liafte  before  mine  eyes  are  feal^ 

Ir  rfeatV'g  eternal  fleep, 


z6  PSALM     XIV. 

5  How  would  the  tempter  boaft  aloud, 

Should  I  become  his  prey  ! 
Behold  the  Tons  of  hell  grow  proud 
To  fee  thy  long  delay. 

6  But  they  mall  fly  at  thy  rebuke, 

And  Satan  hide  his  head  ; 
He  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  look, 
And  hears  thy  voice  with  dread. 

7  Thou  wilt  difplay  that  fovereign  grace 

Whence  all  my  comforts  fpring. 
I  mail  employ  my  lips  in  praife, 
And  thy  falvation  fing. 

PSALM  14.  FirftPart.  Common  Metfe. 

By  Nature  all  Men  are  Sinners. 

1  Y7*OOLS  in  their  hearts  believe  and  fay, 
JP     "  That  all  religion's  vain, 

"  There  is  no  God  that  reigns  on  high, 
'«  Or  minds  di'  affairs  of  men." 

2  From  thoughts  fo  dreadful  and  profane 

Cofrupt  diicourfe  proceeds  ; 
And  in  their  impious  hands  are  found 
Abominable  deeds. 

3  The  Lord  from  his  celeftial  throne 

Look'd  down  on  things  below, 
To  find  the  man  that  fought  his  grace, 
Or  did  his  juiiice  know. 

4  By  nature  all  are  gone  aftray,- 

Their  practice  all  the  fame  ; 
There's  none  that  fear's  his  makers  . 
There's  none  that  loves  his  name. 

5  Their  tongues  are  us'd  to  fpeak  deceit. 

Their  {landers  never  ceafe  ; 
How  fwift  to  mifchief  are  their  fee;  T 
Nor  kj\q\y  |&e.  paths  of  peace. 


r   5)  il   L   M      AV.  27 

6  Such  feeds  of 'nn  (tha* bitter  root) 
In  every  heart  are  found  ; 
Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit, 
Till  grace  refine  the  ground. 

PSALM  14.  Second  Part.  Common  Metre. 

The  folly  of  Perfecutors. 

1  A   RE  fmners  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown 
JHL  That  they  the  faints  devour  r 
And  never  worfhip  at  thy  throne, 

Nor  fear  thine  awful  power  \ 

2  Great  God  appear  to  their  furprife, 

Reveal  thy  dreadful  name  ; 
Let  them  no  more  thy  wrath  defpife 
Nor  turn  our  hope  to  fname. 

3  Doft  thou  not  dwell  among  the  juft? 

And  yet  our  foes  decide, 
That  we  mould  make  thy  name  our  truft  : 
Great  God,  confound  their  pride. 

4  Oh  that  the  joyfui  day  was  come 

To  nnilh  our  diilrefs ! 
When  God  mall  bring  his  children  home, 
Our  fongs  mail  never  ceafe. 

PS'AL  M  15.  Common  Metre. 

Characters  $f  a  Saint  ;  or,  a  Citizen  of '  Zion  y 

or,  the  Qualifications  of  a  Chrifiian. 
\\%7  HO  mail  inhabit  in  thy  hill, 
W     OGudofhoiinefs? 
Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
r  his  throne  of  grace  I 

■  :  that  walks  in  pious  ways, 
.1  -works  with  righteous  hands ; 
...t  ;ruils  his  maker's  promised  grace, 
And  follows  his  commands, 


t%  V  S  A  L  M    XV. 

5  He  fpeaksthe  meaning  of  his  hearty 
Nor  flanders  with  his  tongue  ; 
Will  fcarce  believe  an  ill  report,, 
Nor  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

4  The  wealthy  Tinner  he  contemns. 

Loves  all  that  fear  the  Lord  ; 
And  tho'  to  his  own  hurt  he  fwears, 
Still  he  performs  his  word. 

5  His  hands  difdain  a  golden  bribe. 

And  never  wrong  the  poor. 
This  man  will  dwell  with  God  on  eartk, 
And  find  his  heav'n  fecuic. 

PSALM  15.    Long  Metre. 

Religion  and  yuftice,  Goodnefs  and  Truth  y  or, 
duties  to  God  and  Man  5  or,  Th$  Qualifica- 
tions of  a  Chrijiian. 

1  X  T  7HO  mall  afcend  thy  heav'nly  place, 

VV  Great  God,  and  dwell  before  thy 
The  man  that  minds  religion  now,  [face  ? 
And  humbly  walks  with  God  below : 

2  Whofe  hands  are  pure,  whofe  heart  is  clean ; 
Whofe  lips  Hill  fpeak  the  thing  they  mean ; 
No  flanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue  ; 

He  hates  to  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

3  [Scarce  will  he  truft  an  ill  report, 
Or  vent  it  to  his  neighbour's  hurt  : 
Sinners  of  ftate  he  can  defpife, 

But  faints  are  honour'd  in  his  eyes.] 

4  [Firm  to  his  word  he  ever  itood, 
And  always  makes  his  promife  good  : 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  thing  he  fwears, 
Whatever  pain  or  iofs  he  beau.] 


PSAL  M    XVJ.  29 

5  [He  never  deals  in  bribing  gold, 

And  mourns  that  jufrice  fnculd  be  fold  : 
While  others  fcorn  and  wrong  the  poor^ 
Sweet  charity  attends  his  door.] 

6  He  loves  his  enemies  and  prays 
For  tiiofe  that  curie  him  to  his  face ; 
And  doth  to  all  men  ftill  the  fame 
That  he  would  hope  or  wilh  from  them. 

7  Yet,  when  his  holieft  works  are  done, 
His  foul  depends  on  grace  alone  : 
This  is  the  man  thy  face  {hall  fee, 
And  dwell  for  ever,  Lord,  with  thee. 

PSALM  16.    Firft  Part.    Long  Metre. 

Confejjion  of  our  Poverty  ;  and,  Saints  the  heft 
Company :  or,  Good  Works  profit  Man,  not 
God. 

1  TJ RESERVE  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need, 
X     For  fuccour  to  thy  throne  I  flee, 

But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead ; 
My  goodnefs  cannot  reach  to  thee. 

2  Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confer 
How  empty  and  how  poor  I  am  ; 

My  praiie  can  never  make  thee  bleily- 
Nor  add  new  glories  to  thy  name. 

3  Yet,  Lord,  thy  faints  on  earth  may  reap 
Some  profit  by  the  good  we  do  : 
Theie  are  the  company  I  keep, 
The:t  are  the  choiceit  friends  I  kncvc. 

4  Let  others  chufe  the  ions  of  mirth 
To  give  a  relifh  to  their  wine  : 

I  lj>ye,  the  men  of  heav'nly  birth, 

>fe  thoughts  and  language  are  divine. 
B  « 


3*  PSALM     XVI. 

PSALM  1 6.  Second  Part,  Long  Metre, 

Christ's  All-fujf,ciency. 

1  1  TOW  faft  their  guilt,  and  forrows  rife, 
X~l  Who  hafte  to  leek  Tome  idol-god  ! 

I  will  not  tafte  their  facrifice, 
Their  offerings  of  forbidden  blood. 

2  My  God  provides  a  richer  cup, 
And  nobler  food  to  live  upon  : 
He  for  my  life  has  offer'd  up 
Jefus,  his  bell  beloved  Son. 

s£  His  love  is  my  perpetual  fealt : 

By  day  his  councils  guide  me  right, 
And  be  his  name  forever  Weft,   , 
Who  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  night. 

4  I  fet  him  ftill  before  mine  eyes  : 
At  my  right  hand  he  Hands  prepar'd 
To  keep  my  foul  from  all  furprife. 
And  be  my  everlafting  guard. 

PSALM  16.  Third  Part.  Long  Metre , 

Courage  in  Death,  Mid  Hope  of  the  Refurre Elian. 

i  TY7HEN  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  ftrong^ 
V  V     His  arm  is  my  almighty  prop  : 
Be  glad  my  heart,  rejoice,  my  tongue, 
My  dying  flefh  fhall  reft  in  hope. 

j   Tho'  in  the  duir  I  lay  my  head, 

Yet,  gracious  Goci,  thou  wilt  not.  leave 
My  foul  for  ever  with  the  dead, 
Norlofe  thy  children  in  the  grave. 

•   My  flefh  fhall  thy  nrit  call  obey, 
Shake  oft  the  duft,  and  rife  on  high  ; 
Then  malt  thou  lead  the  wond'rou^. 
I  r  to  thy  throne  above  the 


P3ALM    XVI.  3i 

$  There  ftreams  of  endlefs  pleafure  flow ; 
And  full  discoveries  of  thy  grace, 
(Which  we  but  tailed  here  below) 
Spread  heav'nly  joys  thro*  all  the  place. 

PSALM  16.  1-8.  Firft  Part.  Com.  Metre, 

Support  and  Counjd  from  God,  without  Merit, 
\  PAVE  me,  O  Lord,  from  ev'ry  foe  ; 

i5  In  thee  my  trull  I  place  ; 

Tho'  all  the  good  that  I  can  do 
Can  ne'er  deferve  thy  grace. 

2  Ye  if  my  God  prolong  my  breath. 

The  faints  may  Hill  rejoice  ; 
The  faihts,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
The  people  of  my'  choice. 

3  Let  heathens  to  their  idols  hafte, 

And  worlhip  wood  or  Hone  j 
But  my  delightful  lot  is  call, 
Where  the  true  God  is  known. 

4  Kis  hand  provides  my  conftant  food  ; 

He  fills  my  daily  cup  : 
Much  am  I  pleas'd  with  prefent  good, 
But  more  rejoice  in  hope. 

5  God  is  my  portion  and  my  joy  ; 

His  councils  are  my  light  : 
He  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  day, 
And  gentle  hints  by  night. 

6  My  foul  would  all  her  thoughts  approve 

To  his  all  feeing  eye  : 
Nor  death,  nor  hell,  my  hope  ihallmove, 
While  fuch  a  friend  is  nigh. 

PSALM  1 6.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre- 

The  Death  and  Rejurretfion  c/Christ, 
I  u  y  Set  the  Lord  before  my  face, 
JL  cc  He  bears  my  courage  up  : 


32  PSALM     XVII. 

'*'.  My  heart  and  tongue  their  joy  exprefs, 
1         "My  flefh  (hall  reft  in  hope. 

2  "  My  fpirit,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave 

"  Where  fouls  departed  are  : 
<c  Nor  quit  my  body  to  the  grave, 
"•  To  fee  corruption  there. 

3  "  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  oflife, 

'*  And  raife  me  to  thy  throne  : 
"  Thy  courts  immortal  pleafures  give, 
"  Thy  prefence  joys  unknown." 

4  [This  in  the  name  of  Chrift  the  Lord 

The  holy  David  fung, 
And  providence  funis  the  word 
Or  his  prophetic  tongue 

5  Jefus,  whom  every  faint  adores, 

\  v"  i i :.  cr  uci  fy ' d  a nd  ila i  n  : 
hold  the  tomb  its  prey  reftores, 
old  he  lives  again. 

6  When  mall  my  feet  arife  and  fland 

On  heaven's  eternal  hills  ? 
There  fits  the  Son  at  God's  right  hand, 
And  there  the  Father  imiles.] 

PSALM  17.  ver.  13,  &c.  Short  Metre. 

Portion  of  Saints    and   Sinners  ;   or  Hope    and 
Dcfpair  in  Death, 

i     A    RISE,  my  gracious  God, 
jt\.  And  m^ke  the  wicked  flee  : 
They  art;  but  thy  chaiiinng  rod 
To  drive  thy  faints  to  thee. 

2  Behold  the  finner  dies, 

•ghty  words  are  vain  : 
Here  in  this  life  his  pieafure  lie:-, 
■And  ail  beyond  is  pain. 


psalm  xvin.  n 

j  Then  let  his  pride  advance. 
And  boart  of  all  his  itore  ; 
The  Lord  is  my  inheritance, 
My  foul  can  wifh  no  more 

4  I  mail  behold  the  face 
Of  my  forgiving  God  : 
And  ftand  complete  In  righteoufneil,. 
Walh'd  in  my  Saviour's  blocci. 

c  There's  a  new  heav'n  begun 
When  I  awake  from  deaths 
Dreil  in  the  likenei's  of  thy  Son, 
And  draw  immortal  breath, 

PSALM  17.  Long  Metre. 

The  Sinner's  Portion  and  Saint's  Hope;  or,  The 
Heaven  offeparate  Souls,  and  the  ReJurrcTnon. 

I  T    ORD,  I  am  thine  :  but  thou  wilt  prove, 
1   j  My  faith,  my  patience  and  my  love ; 
When  men  of  fpite  againfi  me  join, 
They  are  the  lword,  the  hand  is  thine. 

%  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below  ; 
'Tis  all  the  happinefs  they  know, 
'Tis  all  they  feek  ;  they  take  their  mare 
And  leave  the  reft  among  their  heirs. 

-3  What  linners  value,  I  refign  : 

Lord  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine  : 
I  fhall  behold  thy  bliisfol  face, 
And  itand  complete  in  righteoufne)%. 

4  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  ihow, 
But  the  bright  world,  to  which  I  go,, 
Hath  joys  mbftantial  and  uncere  : 
When  (hall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ?   ' 

5  O  glorious  hour  \  O  bleft  abode  ! 

I  ihaUhbe  near,  and  with  my  God  2 


34  PSALM    XVITI. 

And  flefh  and  fin  no  more  controui 
The  facred  pleafures  of  the  foul. 

6  Mv  flefh  fhall  number  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  iaft  trumpet's  joyful  found  : 
Then  buril  the  chains  with  fweet  furprife 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rife. 

PSALM   18.  ver.  i— 6,  15—18. 

Firit  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Deli-vcyance  from    Defpair  s    or,  Temptations 

,  cxuxcmc  » 

j  >~T~VHEE  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  ftrength, 
X     My  rock,  my  tow'r,  my  high  defence; 
Thy  mighty  arm  (hall  be  my  trull:, 
For  1  have  found  i-Jvation  thence. 

z  Death  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 
Stood  round  me  with  their  difmal  {hade  : 
While -floods  of  high  temptations  rofe, 
And  made  my  finking  foul  afraid. 

3  I  faw  the  op'ning  gates  of  hell, 
With  cndlefs  pain  and  iorrows  there  : 
Which  none  but  they  that  feel  can  tell, 
While  I  was  hurry 'd  to  defpair. 

4  In  my  diftreis  I  calPd  my  God, 

could  fcarce  believe  him  mine  : 
.  -d  his  ear  to  my  complaint  : 
And  prov'ti  his  laving  grace  divine. 

-    [With  fpeed  he  Hew  to  my  relief, 
As  on  a  cherub';  wing  he  rode  : 
Awful  and  bright,  as  iight'ing  (hone 
The  face  of  my  deiiv  rer,  God] 

6   [Temptations  fled  at  his  rebuke, 
The  biai^  of  nis  alimght) 
He  lent  falv&tion  from  on  nigh, 

And  drew  me  from  the  deeps  of  death.] 


P-SAL  M     XVIII.  .  55 

Great  were  my  fears,  ray  foes  were  great, 
Much  was  myftrength,  and  more. their  rags : 
But  Chrift,  my  Lord,  is  conqueror  ftijl, 
In  all  the  wars  the  proud  can  wage. 

My  long  for  ever  mall  record 
That -terrible,  that  joyful  hour; 
And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord, 
Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  pow'r 

P  S  A  L  M     1 8. 

Second  Part.  ver.  20 — 26.   Long  Metre. 

Sincerity  proved  and  rewarded. 

1  T    CRD,  thou  hail  feen  my  foul  f  nee  re. 
JL/  Haft  made  thy  truth  and  love  appear. 
Before  mine  eyes  I  fet  thy  laws, 

And  thou  haft  own'd  my  righteous  caufe. 

2  Since  I  have  learn'd  thy  holy  ways, 
I've  walk'd  upright  before  thy  face  : 
Or  if  my  feet  did  e'er  depart, 

Thy.  love  reclaim'd  my  wand'ring  heart. 

3  What  fore  temptations  broke  my  reft  ! 
What  wars  and  Struggling  in  my  breaft  ! 
But  thro'  thy  -race,  that  reigns  with 

i.  guard  againft  my  darling  fin  : 

4  That  fm  that  clo-fe  befets  me  fHll, 
That  works  and  ftrives  againft  my  will : 
When  ihall  thy  Spirit's  fov'reign  powar 
Diitroy  it,  that  it  rife  no  more  ? 

5  With  an  impartial  hand,  the  Lord 
Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward  : 
The  kind  and  faithful  fouls  ihali  find 

A  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind. 

« 

(»  And  men  that  love  revenge  ihall  know, 
God  hath  an  arm  of  veng'ance  too. 


$6  F  5  A  L  M    XVIIfc 

The  juft  ,  and  pure,  fhall  ever  fay, 
Thou  art  more  pure,  more  juft  than  they. 

>SALMl&  Third  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Ver.  3<MI»34»  35 >  3^,  &c. 
J   TUST  are  tliy  ways,  and  true  thy  worei. 
J  Great  Rock  of  my  feeure  abode  : 
Who  is  a  God  befide  the  Lord  ? 
Or  Where's  a  refuge  like  our  God  ? 

■z  'Tis  he  that  girds  us  with  his  might, 
Gives  me  his  holy  fword  to  wield : 
And  while  with  fin  and  hell  I  fight, 
Spreads  his  falvation  for,  my  fhield. 

3  He  lives,  and  bleflings  crown  his  reign. 

The  God  of  my  falvation  lives, 
The  dark  defigns  of  hell  are  vain ; 
While  heav'nly  peace  my  father  gives 

4  Before  the  fcoffers  of  the  age. 

I  will  exalt  my  father's  name, 
\  or  tremble  at  thy  mighty  rage, 
But  meet  reproach  and  bear  the  ihame, 

5  To  David  and  his  royal  feed 

Thy  grace  forever  (hall  extend  ; 
Thy  lov  e  to  faints,  in  Chrift  their  head, 
Knows  not  a  limit  nor  an  end. 

PSALM  1 8.  FirftPart.  Common  Metre. 

Viclory  and  Triumph  over  Temporal  Enemies. 

i  ft  7E  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore, 
V  V      Now  is  thine  arm  reveal'd  * 
Thou  art  our  ftrength,  our  heav'nly  tow'r, 
Our  bulwark,  and  our  fhield. 

3  We  fly  to  our  eternal  Rock, 
And  find  a  fure  defence  ; 


PSALM     XVIII.  37 

His  holy  name  our  lips  invoke, 
And  draw  falvation  thence. 

3  When  God  our  leader  mines  in  arms? 

What  mortal  heart  can  bear 

The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms  ? 

The  light'ning  of  his  fpear? 

4  He  rides  upon  the  ringed  wind, 

And  angels  in  array, 
In  millions,  wait  to  know  his  mind, 
And,  fwift  as  flames  obey. 

5  He  fpeaks,  and  at  his  fierce'rebuke 

Whole  armies  are  difmay'd  ; 
His  voice,  his  frown,  his  angry  look, 
Strikes  all  their  courage  dead. 

6  He  forms  our  gen'rals  for  the  field. 

With  all  their  dreadful  fkill  ; 
Gives  them  his  awful  fword  to  wield, 
And  makes  their  hearts  of  fteel. 

7  Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  nations  blefs'd, 

For  his  own  church's  fake  : 
The  pow'rs  that  give  his  people  reft 
"     Shall  of  his  care  partake. 

PSALM  18.  Second  part.  Common  Metre 

The   Conqueror1*  Song. 

i  >  |  vO  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe 
X        The  triumphs  of  the  day  ; 
Thy  terrors,  Lord,  confound  the  foe, 
And  melt  their  ftrength  away. 

i  Tis  by  thy  aid  our  troops  prevail, 
.And  break  united  pow'rs  ; 
Or  burn  their  boalled  fleets,  or  fcale 
The  proudelt  of  their  tow'rs. 
C 


38  PSALM       XIX. 

3  How  have  we  chas'd  them  thro'  the  field, 

And  trod  them  to  the  ground, 
While  thy  falvation  was  our  (hield, 
But  they  no  fhelter  found  ! 

4  In  vain  to  idol  faints  they  cry, 

And  perifti  in  their  blood  - 
Where  is  a  rock  fo  great,  fo  high, 
So  powr'ful  as  our  God. 

5  The  God  of  Ifrael  ever  lives, 

His  name  be  ever  bleft  ; 
'Tis  his  own  arm  the  vidlory  gives, 
And  gives  his  people  reft. 

PSALM19.   Firft  Part.    Short  Metre. 

The  Book  of  Nature  and  Scriptun 
For  a  Lord's  Day  Morning. 

1  TOEHOLD  the  lofty  fey, 
JJ  Declares  its  maker  God, 

And  all  the  itarry  works  on  high 
Proclaim  his  pow'r  abroad. 

2  The  darknefs  and  the  light 
Still  keep  their  courfe  the  lame  ; 

While  night  to  day  and  day  to  night 
Divinely  teach  his  name. 

3  In  every  difFrent  land 

Their  general  voice  is  known  ; 
They   fhew  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
And  orders  of  his  throne. 

4  Ye  chriftian  lands,  rejoice, 
Here  he  reveals  his  word  : 

We  are  rot  left  to  nature's  voice 
To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 

5  His  ftatutes  and  command* 
Are  fefc  before  &\\v  &ye?>  • 


F  S  A  L  M     XJX.  39 

He  puts  his  gofpel  in  our    hands, 
Where  our  falvation  lies. 

6  His  laws  are  juft  and  pure. 
His  truth  without  deceit, 

His  promiies  forever  fure, 

Andliis  rewards  are  great. 

7  [Not  honey  to  the  talte 
Affords  fo  much  delight, 

Nor  gold  that  has  the  furnace  pafs'd 
So  much  allures  the  fight. 

8  While  of  thy  works  I  fmg, 
Thy  glory  to  proclaim, 

Accept  thepraife,  "my  God,  my  King, 
In  my  Redeemer's  name.] 

PSALM  19.  Second  Part.  Common  Metrc^ 

God's  nvord mojl  Excellent:  or,    Sincerity  and 

Watchfulnefs. 

For  a  Lord's  Day  Morning. 

1  "J3  EHOLD  the  morning  fun 
X>  Begins  his  glorious  way  ; 

His  beams  -thro'  all  the  nations  run, 
Arid  life  and  light  convey. 

2  But  where  the  gofpel  comes 
It  fpceads  diviner  light, 

It  calls  dead  finners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  fight, 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 
A.sA  all  thy  judgments  juft, 

Forevec  in  re  thy  promife,  Lord* 
men  fecurely  truft. 

:y  gracious  God,  how  plain 
Are  thy  directions  given  I 


4o  P  S  A  L  M     XIX 

Oh  may  I  never  read  in  vain. 

But  lind  the  path  to  heaven ! 

pause* 

5  I  hear  thy  word  with  love, 
And  I  would  fain  obey  ; 

(Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above 
To  guide  me  left  I  ftray. 

6  Oh  who  can  ever  find 
The  errors  of  his  ways  f 

|  Yet  with  a  bold  prefumptuous  mind 
I  would  not  dare  tranfgrefs. 

7  Warn  me  of  every  fin. 

Forgive  my  fecret  faults, 
And  cleanfe  this  guilty  foul  of  mine, 
Whofe  crimes  exceed  my  thoug ' 

8  While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 

I  fpread  thy  praife  abroad  ; 
'.rcept  the  worfhip  and  the  fang  % 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

PSALM       19.    Long  Metac 

I   The  Books  of  Nature,  and  Scripture  compared:  -kt 

J'he  Glory  and  Succefs  of  the  Gofpk. 

THE  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Losd, 
Inevery  ftar,  thy  goodnefs^ihice.^ 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
"We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

W-  2  The  rolling  fun,  the  changing  light, 
And  nights  and  days  they  power  confefs  ; 
But  ths  bieil  volume  thou  haft  writ, 
Heveah  thy  juftice  and  thy  grace, 

[~  3  Sun,  moon,  and  liars  convey  thy  piaai'; 
;'.wnd.  the  while  earth,  and  nev 


FSAL  M    XIX.      /        ■  p 

So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race,, 
I  touch'd  and  glanc'd  on  every  land. 

4  Nor  mall  thy  fpreading  gofpel  reil 

Tiil  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run  5 
Till  Chrilt  has  all  the  nations  oleic, 
That  fee  the  light,  or  feel  the  fun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs,  arife, 

Blefs  the  dark  world  with  heav'nly  light ; 

The  gofpel  makes  the  fimple  wife, 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right 

6  Thy  ncbleft  wonders  here  we  view, 
In  fouls  renew'd  and  fins  forgiven. 
Lord,  cleanfe  my  fms,  my  foul  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  my  gnideto  heaven. 

PSALM  19.  To  the  Tune  of  the  1 1 3'hPfal. 

The  Book  of  nature  and  Scripture, 

1 /^  RE  AT  God,  the  heav'ns  well   order'c? 
VJTDeciares  the  glories  of  the  name  [frame- 
There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  mint, 
A  thoufand  itarry  beauties  there 
A  thoufand  radiant  marks  appear 
Of  boundlefs  power,  and  fkill  divine, 

z  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light. 

Lectures  of  heav'nly  wifdorn  read  ; 
With  fdent  eloquence  they  raife 
Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praife. 

And  neither  found  nor  language  need . 

■  heir  divine  in{lruct.ions  run 
'i%i  the  journies  of  the  fun, 

/  every  nation  knows  their  voice. 
The  fun, like  fome  young  bridegroom  dre't 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  eafL 


42  PSALM    XIX. 

Rolls  round,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice, 

4  Where'er  he  fpreads  his  beams  abroad, 
He  fmiles,  and  fpeaks   his  maker  God  : 

All  nature  joins  to  fhew  thy  praife  : 
Thus  God  in  every  creature  mines  ; 
Fair  is  the  book  of  nature's  lines, 

But  fairer  is  the  book  of  grace. 

Pause. 

5  I  love  the  volumes  of  thy  word  ; 
What  light  and  joy  thefe  leaves  afford 

To  fouls  benighted  and  diilreft  1 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way. 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  itray, 

Thy  promife  leads  my  heart  to  refl 

6  From  the  difcoveriesof  thy  law 
The  perfect,  rules  of  life  I  draw  : 

Thefe  are  my  ftudy  and  delight ; 
Not  honey  fo  invites  the  taile, 
Nor  gold  that  hath  the  furnace  pall 

Appears  fo  pleafing  to  the  fight. 

7  Thy  threat'nings  wake  my  {lumbering  eyes, 

And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies ; 

But  'tis  thy  bleffed  gofpel,  Lojd, 
That  makes  my  guilty  confeience  clean, 
Converts  my  foul,  fubdues  my  fin, 

And  gives  a  free  but  large  reward. 

S  Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts; 
My  God,  forgive  my  fecret  faults. 

And  from  pre fumtuou3  fins  rsftrain  , 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  prai 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grac-. 

And  book  of  nature  rot  in  vain. 


P  S  A  L  M    XX.  43 

P  S  A  L  M  20.  Long  Metre. 

Prayer  and  Hope  ofViciory. 
For  a  Day  of  Prayer  in  Time  of  War. 

1  ^^TOW  may  the  God  ofpower  and  grace 
JL%|  Attend  his  people's  humble  cry  I 
Jehovah  hears  when  Ifrael  prays, 

And  brings  deliv'rance  from  on  high. 

2  The  name  of  Jacob's  God  defends, 
When  bucklers  fail  and  brazen  walls ; 
He  from  his  fan&uary  fends 
Succour  and  ftrength  when  Sion  calls. 

3  Well  he  remembers  all  our  fighs, 
His  love  execeds  our  belj  deferts ; 
His  love  accepts  the  facrifice 

Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts. 

4  In  his  falvation  is  our  hope, 
And  in  the  name  of  Ifrael's  God, 
Our  troops  fhall  lift  their  banners  up, 
Our  navies  fpread  their  flags  abroad. 

5  Some  trull  in  horfes  train'd  for  war. 
And  fome  of  chariots  make  their  boafts ; 
Our  fureft  expectations  are 
From  thee,  the  Lord  of  heav'nly  hofts. 

O  may  the  mem'ry  of  thy  name 
fpire  our  armies  for  the  fight ! 
Our  foes  fhall  fall  and  die  with  fhame, 
Or  quit  the  field  with  coward  flight.] 

Nowfaveus,  Lord,  from  fla vim  fear, 
Now  let  our  hopes  be  firm  and  ftrong. 
Till  thy  falvation  fhall  appear, 
And  joy  and  triumph  raife  the  fong,  " 


g 


44  PSALM     XXI. 

PSALM  21.  Common  Metre. 

National  Bleffings  acknowledged. 

j   TTN  thee  great  God,  with  fongs  of  praife, 
X  Our  favour 'd  realms  rejoice  ; 
And,  bleft  with  thy  falvation  raife 
To  heav'n  their  cheerful  voice. 

2  Thy  fure  defence,  through  nations  round, 

Hath  fpread  our  rifing  name, 

And  all  our  feeble  efforts  crovrn'd 

With  freedom  and  with  fame. 

3  In  deep  diftrefs  our  injur'd  land 

Implor'd  thy  power  to  fave  ; 
For  life  we  pray'd  ;  thy  bounteous  hand 
The  timely  blemng  gave. 

4  Thy  mighty  arm,  eternal  pow'r, 

Oppos'd  their  deadly  aim, 
In  mercy  fwept  them  from  our  more, 
And  fpreads  their  fails  with  fname. 

5  On  thee,  in  woe  or  pain, 

Our  hearts  alone  rely  ; 
Our  rights  thy  mercy  will  maintain, 
And  all  our  wants  fupply. 

6  Thus,  Lord,  thv  wond'rous  pow'r  declare, 

And  ftill  exalt  thy  fame  ; 
While  we  glad  fongs  of  praife  prepare 
For  thine  Almighty  name. 

P  S  A  L  M  21.  Ver.  1,-9.  Long  Metre. 

Chrifx  exalted  to  the  kingdom. 

JT%AVID  rejeie'd  in  God  his  ftrength, 
XJ  Rais'd  to  the  throne  by  fpeciai  grace. 
But  Chrift  the  ion  appears  at  length, 
Fulfils  the  triumph  and  the  praife, 


PSALM    XXII.  4S 

2  How  great  the  blelt  meffiah's  joy 

In  the  falvation  of  thy  hand  ? 
Lord,  thou  haft  rais'd  his  kingdom  high* 
And  giv'n  the  world  to  his  command. 

3  Thy  goodnefs  grants  whate'er  he  will, 

Nor  doth  the  leaft  requeil  withold  ; 
Blefimgs  of  love  prevent  him  ftill, 
And  crowns  of  glory,  not  of  gold. 
4.  Honour  and  majefty  divine 

Around  his  facred  temples  mine  ; 
Blefs'd  with  the  favour  of  thy  face, 
And  length  of  everlafting  days. 

5  Thine  hand  mall  find  out  all  his  foes  ; 

And  ac  a  fiery  oven  glows 
With  raging  heat,  and  living  coals, 
So  mail  thy  wrath  devour  their  fouls. 

PSALM  22.  ver.  i-i6.FirftPart.com. met. 

The  faff erings  and  death  of  Chrift* 

s  TI/HY  has  mv  God  my  foul  forfook, 
VV      Nor  will 'a  finite  afford  I 
(Thus  David  once  in  anguifh  ipoke, 
And  thus  our  dying  Lord.) 

i  Though  'tis  thy  chief  delight,  to  dvc. 
Among  thy  praiimg  faints. 
Yet  thou  can'ft  hear  our  groans  zs  well, 
And  pity  our  complaints. 

fathers  trailed  in  thy  name. 
And  great  deliverance  found  j 
But  I'm  a  worm  deipis'd  of  men, 
jjtaid  trodden  to  the  ground. 

h  fhak'iug  head  they  pafs  me  by 
And  faugh  my  foul  to  {corn  : 
C  ; 


46  PSALM     XXII. 

"  In  vain  he  trujrs  in  God,  they  cry, 
"  Neglefifd  and  forlorn." 

5  But  thou  art  he,  who  form'd  my  flefh, 

By  thine  almighty  word  ; 
And  fince  I  hung  upon  the  breaft, 
My  hope  is  in  the  Lord. 

6  Why  will  my  father  hide  his  face 

When  foes  ftand  threat'ning  round, 
In  the  dark  hour  of  deep  diftrefs, 
And  not  an  helper  found  ? 

P   a  u   s  v.. 

7  Behold  thy  darling  left  among 

The  cruel  and  the  proud, 
By  foes  encompafs'd  fierce  and  ftrong, 
As  lions  roaring  loud. 

8  From  earth  and  hell  my  forrows  meet, 

To  multiply  the  fmart  ! 
They  nail  my  hands,  they  pierce  my  feet, 
And  try  to  vex  my  heart. 

9  Yet  if  thy  fov'reign  hand  let  loofe 

The  rage  of  earth  and  hell, 
Why  will  my  heavenly  father  bruife 
The  fon  he  loves  fo  well  ? 

10  My  God,  if  poflible  it   be, 

Withhold  this  bitter  cup  ; 
But  I  refign  my  will   to  thee, 
And  drink  the   forrows    up. 

1 1  My  heart  diflblves  with  pangs  unknown, 

In  groans  I  wafte  my  breath  : 
Thy  heavy  hand  has  brought  me  down. 
Low  as  the  dull  of  earth. 


PSALM    XXII.  47 

11  Father,  I  give  my  fpirit  up, 

And  truft  it  in  thy  hand  ; 
My  dying  flelh  ihall  reft  in  hope, 
And  rife  at  thy  command. 

PSALM  22.  ver.  20,21,27,— Zh  SecoiW 
Part.     Common  Metre. 

,   %TOW  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage, 
J^   «  O  Lord,  protea  thy  fon, 
<*  Nor  leave  thy  darling  engage 
**  The  powers  of  hell  alone. 

2  Thus  did  our  fuffering  Saviour  pray 

With  mighty  cries  and  tears, 
God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day, 
And  chas'd  away  his  fears." 

3  Great  was  the  viaory  of  his  death, 

His  throne  exalted  high  ; 
And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 
Shall  worfhip  or  Ihall  die. 

4  A  numerous  offspring  muft  arxfe 

From  his  expiring  groans  ; 
They  (hall  be  reckon' d  in  his  eyes 
For  daughters  and  for  fons.    • 

5  The  meek  and  humble  fouls  Ihall  fee. 

His  table  richly  fpread  ; 
And  all  that  feek  the  Lord  ihall  be 
With  joys  immortal  fed. 

6  The  ifies  ihall  know  the  righteoufnefs 

Of  our  incarnate  God, 
And  nations  yet  unborn  profefs 
Salvation  in  his  blood. 


4*  PSALM     XXIU. 

PSALM     22.     Long  Metre. 
Chriff 'sufferings  and  exaltation. 

1  M°nJe]°Ur  ^durnf^  fonSs  word 
Wfc      f      dy\n§  forrows  9f  «W  lord, 
^en  he  complain'd  in  tears  and  blood 
As  one  forfaken  of  his  God. 

2  PS  IT  bfh.°Id  him  tJlus  forlorn, 

And  make  their  heads  and  laugh  and  fcorn ; 
He  refcucd  others  from  the  grave  ■ 
Now  let  him  try  himfeifto  five.    [ 

3  «  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend 

Why  doth  he  fail  to  help  him  now." 

4  Oh  favagc  people  !  cruel  priefts  ! 

How  they  flood   round  like  raging  beaft*  - 

Like  hons  gaping  to  devour,         * 

^  her.  god  had  left  them  in  their  power. 

5  ^>;woand  *£  head,  his  hands  his  feet 
Tib  llreams  of  blood  each  other  me' 
<*rIot  his  garments  they  divide, 

And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  died. 

6  But  God  his  father  heard  hh  cry  ; 

Rais  d  from  the  dead  he  reigns  on  ht*h  - 
The  nations  learn  his  rightlouThefs,  ' 
And  humble  fmners  taite  his  grace/ 

PS  A  L  M  23.     Long  Metre. 
God  cu,-  l 

iyX  Now  mall  my  want,  be  wtll 
His  providence  and  holy  word 
Become  mjrfcfety  a 


PSALM     XXIII.  49 

2  In  paftures  where  falvation  grows 

He  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  me  reft, 
There  living  water  gently  flows. 
And  all  the  food  divinely  bleft. 

3  My  wand'ring  feet  his  ways  miftake  ; 

But  he  reftores  my  foul  to  peace, 

And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  fake, 

In  the  fair  paths  of  righteoufnefs. 

4  Tho'  I  walk  thro'  the  gloomy  vale, 

Where  death  and  all  its  terrors  are, 
My  heart  and  hope,  mall  never  fail, 

For  God,  my  ihepherd's  with  nie  there. 

5  Amidft  the  darknefs  and  the  deeps 

Thou  art  my  comfort,  iho^  my  Hay  ; 
Thy  ftaff  fupports  my  feeble  Heps, 
Thy  rod  directs  my  doubtful  way. 

6  The  fons  of  earth  and  fons  of  hell 

Gaze  at  thy  goodnefs,and  repine 
To  fee  my  table  fpread  fo  weli 

With  living  bread,  and  cheerful  wine. 

7  [How  I  rejoice,  when  on  my  head 

Thy  fpiritcondefcends  to  reft1. 
'Tis  atliviEe  anointing  fhed, 
Like  oil  of  gladnefs  at  a  feaft. 

8  Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord 

Attend  his  houfhold  all  their  days  \ 
There  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  word, 
To  feek  his  face,  and  fing  his  p.raife] 

PSALM     23.    Common  metre. 

1   lift  ~  V  Shepherd  will  fupply  my  need.. 
J.V  JL    Jehovah  is  his  name  ; 
In  paftures  frefhhe  makes  me  feed. 
Behde  the  living  dream, 


5o  PSALM    XXIII. 

2  He  brings  my  wand'ring  fpirit  hack 

When  I  forfake  his  ways, 
And  leads  me  for  his  mercy's  fake 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

3  When  I  walk  thro'  the  fhades  of  death. 

Thy  prefence  is  my  flay  ; 
One  word  of  thy  fupporting  breath 
Drives  all  my  fears  away. 

4  Thy  hand  in  fight  of  all  my  foes 

Doth  ftill  my  table  fpread  ; 

My  cap  with  Lieffings  overflows, 

Thine  oii  anoints  my  head, 

5  The  lure  provi:  o:s  of  my  God 

Attend  me  all  my  days; 
Oh  may  thy  houfe  be  mine  abode, 
And  all  my  work  be  praife ! 

6  There  would  I  find  a  fettled  reft, 

(While  ethers  go  and  come) 
No  more  a  itranger  or  a  gueft, 
But  like  a  child  at  home. 

PSALM    23.   Short  Metre. 

1  /  9  VH£  Lord  my  Shepherd  is, 

JL      I  mail  be  well  fupply'd  ; 
Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  befide  f 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place, 
Where  heav'nly  pailure  grows, 

Where  living  waters  gently  pafs, 
And  full  falvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  aftray, 

He  doth  my  foul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  moiiholy  name. 


PSALM    XXIV.  51 

4  Wkile  he  affords  his'  aid, 
I  cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 

Tho7  I  mould  walk  thro'  death's  dark  fhade, 
My  fhepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  Amid  furrounding  foes 
Thou  doit  my  table  fpread, 

VLy  cap  with  bleffings  overflows 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 
Shall  crown  my  following  days  ; 

^cr  from  thy  houfe  will  I  remove, 
Nor  ceafe  to  fpeak  thy  praife. 

PSALM  24.  Common  jfeetre. 

Dwelling  with  GOD. 

THE  earth  forever  is  the  Lord's 
With  Adam's  num'rous  race  ; 
He  rais'd  its  arches  o'er  the  floods, 
And  built  it  on  the  feas. 

\  But  who  among  the  fons  of  men 
May  vifit  thine  abode  ? 
He  that  has  hands  from  mifchief  clean, 
Whofe  heart  is  right  with  God. 

5  This  is  the  man  may  rife  and  take 
The  bleffings  of  his  grace  ; 
This  is  the  lot  of  thofe  that  feek 
The  God  of  Jacob's  face. 

.  NoHr  k:  our  fouls,  immortal  pew  *rs3 
To  meet  the  Lord  prepare, 
Life  &]> Their  everlafting  doors, 
The  King  of  glory's  near. 

The  King  of  glory 

Ti?e  ft'otide^  of  his  might 


52  PSALM     XXV. 

He  rules  the  nations  -,  but  to  dwell 
With  faints  is  his  delight, 

PSALM   24      Long  Metre. 

Saints  dwell  in  Heaven  ;  or  C  h  r  i  s  t  's  AJfetifion. 

1  /""T^-HIS  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 

X  And  men  and  worms,  and  beafts  and 
He  rais'd  the  building  on  the  Teas,  [birds  ; 
And  gave  it/or  their  dwelling  place. 

2  But  there's  a  brighter  world  on  high, 
Thy  palace.  Lord,  above  the  iky ; 
Who  mail  afcend  that  bleft  abode, 

And  dwell  fo  near  his  Maker,  God  ? 
% 
5  He  that  abhors  and  fears  to  lin, 

Whofe  heart  is  pure, whole  hands  are  clean, 
Him  mall  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  blefs, 
And  clothe  his  foul   with  righteoufnefs, 

4  Thefe  are  the  men,  the  pious  race. 
That  feek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face  ; 
Thefe  mail  enjoy  the  blifsful  fight, 
And  dwell  in  evcrlafling  light. 

Pause. 

5  Rejoice  ye  Aiming  worlds  en  high, 
Behold  the  King  of  glory  nigh  ; 
Who  can  this  King  of  glory  be  ? 
The  mighty  Lord  the  Saviour's  he 

6  Ye  heav'nly  gates  your  leaves  difplay, 
To  make  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  way  : 
Laden  with  fpoiis  from  earth  and  hell, 
The  Conqu'ror  comes  with  God  to  dwell  ► 

7  Rais'd  from  the  dead  in  awful  Irate, 
He  opens  heav'ns  eternal  gate, 
To  give  his  faints  a  bleil  ahc 

Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God. 


PSALM    XXV.  53 

PSALM.  25.     1— 11.  FirftPart. 

Waiting  for  Pardon  and  Direction. 

1  T  Lift  my  foul  to  God, 
X  My  trull  is  in  his  name  ; 

Let  not  my  foes  that  feek  my  blood 
Still  triumph  in  my  fhame. 

2  Sin  and  the  powers  of  hell 
Perfuade  me  to  defpair  ; 

Lord,  make  me  know  thy  covenant  well, 
That  I  may  'fcape  the  fnare. 

3  From  gleams  of  dawning  light 

Till  ev'ning  fnades  arife, 
For  thy  falvation,  Lord,  I  wait, 
With  ever  longing  eyes. 

4  Remember  all  thy  grace, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  truth  ; 

Forgive  the  fins  of  rir>er  days, 
And  follies  of  my  youth. 

5  The  Lord  is  jufl  and  kind, 
The  meek  ihall  learn  his  ways. 

And  every  humble  fmner  find 
The  methods  of  his  grace. 

6  For  his  own  goodnefs  fake 

He  faves  my  foul  from  fname  : 
Fie  pardons  (the'  my  guilt  be  great)  • 
Thro'  my  Redeemer's  name. 

P  S  A  L  M  25.     12,  14.   10  13. 

Second  Part.     Short  Metre.  , 

Divine  Infirudlion. 
l  \\  THERE  fhall  the  man  be  found. 
V  V     That  fears  t'  offend  Ills  God' 
That  loves  the  gofpel's  joyful  found* 
And  trembles  at  the  rod  r 


54  PSALM    XXV. 

2  The  Lord  fhall  make  him  know 
The  fecrets  of  his  heart, 

The  wonders  of  his  cov'nant  mow, 
And  all  his  love  impart. 

3  The  dealings  of  his  pow'r 
Are  truth  and  mercy  Hill, 

With  fuch  as  keep  his  cov'nant  fure, 
And  love  to  do  his  will. 

4  Their  fouls  fhall  dwell  at  eafe 
Before  their  Maker's  face, 

Their  feed  fhall  tafle  the  promifes 
In  their  extenfive  grace. 

PSALM     25. 
Third  Part.    ver.  15 — 22.     Short  Metre. 

Diftrep  of  Soul ;  or,  Backjliding  and  Defcrtion. 

1  "]Y  /TINE  eyes  and  my  defire 
JVJL  Are  ever  to  the  Lord  ; 

I  love  to  plead  his  promis'd  grace, 
And  reft  upon  his  word. 

2  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  foul, 
Bring  thy  falvation  near  ; 

When  will  thy  hand  aflift  my  feet 
To  fcape  the  deadly  fnare  ? 

-i  When  mail  the  fov'reign  grace 
Of  my  forgiving  God 
Reftore  me  frcm  thofe  dang'rous  ways 
My  wand'ring  feet  have  trod  ? 

4  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 
Doth  but  enlarge  my  woe ; 
My  fpirit  languifhes,  my  heart 
Is  defolate  and  low. 

4  With  ev'ry  morniig  light 
My  forrow  new  begins ; 


PSALM     XX  VX  55 

jok  on  my  anguim  and  my  pain, 
And  pardon  all  my  fms. 

Pause. 

6  Behold  the  holts  of  hell, 
How  cruel  is  their  hate ! 

igainft  my  life  they  rife,  and  join 
Their  fury  with  deceit. 

7  Oh  keep  my  foul  from  death, 
Nor  put  my  hope  to  (name, 

ar  I  have  plac'd  my  only  truit 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

g  With  humble  faith  I  wait 
To  fee  thy  face  again ; 
f  Ifra'l  it  mall  ne'er  be  faid, 
He  fought  the  Lord  in  vain. 

PSALM  26.   Long  Metre. 
^elf-Examination  j  or,  Evidences  of  Grace* 

JUDGE  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways. 
And  try  my  reins,  and  try  my  heart ; 
My  faith  upon  thy  promife  itays, 
Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart. 

I  hate  to  walk,  I  hate  to  fit 
With  men  of  vanity  and  lies ; 
The  fcoffer  and  the  hypocrite 
Are  the  abhorrence  of  mine  eyes, 

Amongfl  thy  faints  will  I  appear 
Array' d  in  robes  of  innocence  : 
But  when  I  ftand  before  thy  bar., 
The  blood  of  ChriHis  my  defence. 

I  love  iky  habiiation,  Lord, 
The  temple  where  thine  honours  dwell ; 
There  mall  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 
And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  telL 


PSALM-       XXVII. 


5  Let  not  my  foul  be  join'd  atlait. 
With  men  of  treachery  and  blood, 
Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  pall 
Among  the  faints  and  near  my  God. 

PSALM  27.  ver.  1,  5,  FiritPart.  Com.  Met 
The  Church  is  our  Delight  and  Safety. 

1  '  I  VHE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light,, 

JL      And  my  falvation  too  ; 
God  is  my  fbengtli ;  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  previledge  my  heart  defires, 

O  grant  me  mine  abode 
Among  the  Churches  of  thy  faints, 
The  temples  of  my  G  od  ! 

3  There  mail  I  offer  my  requelis, 

And  fee  thy  beauty  ftili  : 
Shall  hear  the  melfages  of  love 
And  there  enquire  thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rife,  and  ftorms  appear. 

There  may  his  children  hide  ; 
God  has  a  ftrong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  foul  abide. 

5  Now  fhall  my  head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  foes  around, 
And  longs  of  joy  and  victory 
Within  thy  lemplejifound.- 

PSALM  27.     ver.  £,  9,  13  ;  14. 

Second  part.     Common  Metre. 


■s 


Prayer  an 

^OON  as  I  beard  w. 
Ye  chil ; 


P  S  A  L  M    XXVIII.  57 

My  heart  reply'd  without  delay, 
"  I'll  feek  my  Father's  face. 

Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  frown  my  foul  away  ; 
God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  thee 

In  a  diilreifing  day, 

Should  friends  and  kindred  near  and  dear 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 
My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care, 

And  all  my  need  fupply. 

My  fainting  flefh  had  dy'd  with  grief, 

Had  not  my  foul  beiiev'd, 

To  fee  thy  grace  provide  relief, 

Nor  was  my  hope  deceived. 

Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  faints, 

And  keep  your  courage  up  : 
He'll  raife  your  fpirit  when  it  faints 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 

PSALM  28.     Long  Metre. 

God  the  Refuge  of  the  A§i&Jd^ 

TO  thee,  O  Lord,  I  raife  my  cr:£J  ; 
My  fervent  prayer  in  mercy  hear  ; 
1  For  rain  waits   my  trembling  foul, 
'  If  thou  refufe  a  gracious  ear. 

When  fuppliant  tow'rd  thy  holy  hill* 
I  lift  my  mournful  hands  to  pray, 
Ailord  diy  grace,  nor  drive  me  Hill, 
With  impious  hypocrites  away. 

To  fons  of  ta!Jhocd,that  defpife 
,  The  works  and  wonders  of  thy  reign, 
Thy  vengeance  gives  the  due  reward, 
Mad  a*  foiftl  to  endlefs  pain, 


$8  PSALM     XXIX. 

4  But,  ever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 

Whofe  mercy  hears  my  mournful  voice, 
My  heart  that  trufted  in  his  word, 
In  his  falvation  mall  rejoice. 

5  Let  every  faint,  in  fore  diftrefs, 
By  faith  approach  his  Saviour  God  : 
Then  grant,  O  Lord,  thy  pard'ning  grace. 
And  feed  thy  church  with  heav'nly  food. 

PSALM  29.    Long  Metre. 
Storm  and  Thunder* 

1  /^  IVE  to  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  fame, 
VJT  Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  powV, 
Afcrlbe  due  honours  to  his  name, 

And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

2  The  Lord  proclaims  his  pow'r  aloud 
Thro'  ev'ry  ocean,  ev'ry  land  ; 
His  voice  divides  the  wat'ry  cloud, 
And  lightnings  blaze  at  his  command. 

3  He  fpeaks,  and  tempeft,  hail  and  wiad„ 
Lay  the  wide  foreit  bare  around  ; 

The  fearful  hart  and  frighted  hind. 
Leap  at  the  terror  of  the  found. 

4  To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  voice, 
And  lo,  the  {lately  cedars  break : 
The  mountains  tremble  at  the  noife 
The  vallies  roar,  the  deforts  quake. 

5  The  Lord  fits  fov'reign  on  the  flood, 
The  thund'rer  rcign9  for  ever  king  ; 
But  makes  his  church  his  Well  abode, 
Where  we  his  awful  glories  ling. 

6  In  gentler  language,  there  the  Lord 
The  council  of  his  grace  impart?; 


PSALM     XXX.  59 

Amidfl  the  raging  ftorm,  his  word 
Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts. 

PSALM  30.  FirilPart.  Long  Metre. 

Sicknefs  healed,  and  Sorrows  removed. 

1  T  Will  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high, 
JL  At  thy  command  difeafes  fly  : 
Who  but  a  God  can  fpeak  and  lave 
From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave  ?  • 

2  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  faints,  and  prove 
How  large  his  grace,  how  kind  his  love. 
Let  all  your  pow'rs  rejoice,  and  trace 
The  wond'rous  records  of  his  grace. 

3  His  anger  but  a  moment  Hays ;    ■ 
His  love  is  life  and  length  of  days  : 
Tho'  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ, 
The  morning  ftar  reilores  the  joy. 

PSALM  30.  v.  6.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Healthy   Sicknefs,  and  Recovery. 

1  T~MRM  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright, 
JP  And  I  prefum'd  'twould  ne'er  be  night: 
Fondly  I  laid  within  my  heart, 

"  Pleafure  and  peace  mall  ne'er  depart." 

2  But  I  forgot  thine  arm  was  Itrong, 
Which  made  my  mountain  ftand  fo  long  : 
Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide, 

My  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  died. 

3  I  cried  aloud  to  thee  my  God  : 

t{  What  canit  thou  profit  by  my  blood  ! 

"  Deep  in  the  dull  I  can  declare 

f(  Thy  truth,  or  fmg  thy  goodnefs  there  ? 

4  ir  Hear  me,  O  God  of  grace,  I  faid, 

iS  And  bring  me  from  among  the  deads" 


6o  PSALM        XXXI. 

Thy  word  rebuk'd  the  pains  I  felt, 
Thy  pard'ning  love  removed  my  guilt. 

5  My  groans,  and  tears,  and  forms  of  woe, 

Are"  turn'd  to  joy  and  praifes,  now  : 
I  throw  my  fackcloth  on  the  ground, 
And  eafe  and  gladnefs  gird  me  round. 

6  My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame, 
Shall  ne'er  be  filent  of  thy  name  : 

Thy  praife  mall  found  through  earth  and 
For  ficknefs  heaPd,  and  fins  forgiv'n.  [heav'n, 
PSALM  3 1.  ver.  5,  13,-19,  22,  23,  FirftPart. 
Common  Metr<*      N 
Deliverance  from  Death. 
i    /"T^O  thee,  O  God  of  truth  and  love 
i      My  fpirit  I  commit  : 
Thou  hail  redeem'd  my  foul  from  death, 
And  fav'd  me  from  the  pit. 

!  pair  and  comfort  hope  and  fear, 

Maintain* d  a  doubtful  ilrife  : 
While  for  row,  pain  and  fin  confpir'd 

To  take  away  my  life. 
j  sw  My  time  is  in  thy  hand,"  I  cry'd, 

"  Though  I  draw  near  the  dull  :J' 
Thou  art  the  refuge  where  I  hide, 

The  God  in  whom  I  trull. 

.  Oh  make  thy  reconciled  face 
Upon  thy  fervant  mine, 
And  fave  me  for  thy  mercy's  fake, 
For  I'm  entirely  thine. 

P  a   u  s   z. 

;   'Twas  in  my  hafle,  my  fpirit  faid, 
* f  I  muft  ddpair  and  d  ie , 


P  S  A  L  M-  XXXI.  61 

**  I  am  cut  oft  before  thine  eyes  ;" 
But  thou  hail  heard  my  cry. 

6  Thy  goodnefs  how  divinely  free  i 
How  fweet  thy  fmiling  face, 
To  thofe  that  fear  thy  majefty, 
And  trail;  thy  prornis'd  grace, 

Oh  love  the  Lord  all  ye  his  faints, 

And  ling  his  praifes  loud  ; 
He'll  bend  his  ear  to  your  complaints, 

And  recompence  the  proud. 

PSALM  3^1.  7—33,  11 — 21. 

Second  Part.     Common  Metre. 
Deliverance  from  Slander  and  Reproach. 
I    1\ /TY  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 
i_  VA     My  God,  my  heavenly  trull  ; 
"Thou  haft  preferv'd  my  face  from  fhame, 
Mine  honour  from  the  dull. 

2  cf  My  life  is  fpent  with  grief  I  cry'd, 

"  My  years  confum'd  in  groans, 
"  My  llrength  decays,  mine  eyes  are  dry'd, 
"  And  forrow  walr.es  my  bones." 

3  Among  mine  enemies  my  name 

A  proverb  vile  was  grown, 
While  to  my  neighbours  I  became 
Forgotten  and  unknown. 

4  Slander  and  fear  on  ev'ry  fide, 

Seiz'd  and  befet  me  round, 
. .  I  to  thy  throne  of  grace  applyM, 
And  fpeedy  reicue  found. 

P     A     U     S     E. 

5  How  great  deliv'rance  thou  hall  wrought 

Before  the  fons  of  men  ! 
D 


62  PSALM.       XXXII. 

The  lying  lips  to  filence  brought, 
And  made  their  boafting  vain  ! 

6  Thy  children  from  the  ftrife  of  tongue; 

Shall  thy  pavilion  hide, 
Guard  them  from  infamy  and  wrongs, 
Andcrufhthe  fons  of  pride. 

7  Within  thy  facred  prefence,  Lord, 

Let  me  for  ever  dwell  ; 
No  fenced  city,  wall'd  and  barr'd, 
Secures  a  faint  fo  well. 

PSALM     32.     Short  Metre. 

Forgivenefs  of  Sins  upon  Confejjion. 

1  i^\H  blefied  fouls  are  they 
\jt  Whofe  fins  are  cover'd  o'er  ? 

Divinely  bleft,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  pad, 
And  keep  their  hearts  with  care  ; 

Their  lips  and  lives  without  deceit, 
Shall  prove  their  faith  Iincere. 

3  While  I  conceal'd  my  guilt, 
I  felt  the  feft'ring  wound, 

Till  Iconfefs'd  my  fins  to  thee, 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  finners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  faints  keep  near  the  throne  ; 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  diftrefs 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 

PSALM    32.     Common  Metre. 

Fret  pardon  and f nee  re  Obedience  :  or,  Confejjim 

and  Forgli'enefs 
I    TTOW  blefs'dthe  man  to  whom  his  Goii 
Jfi  No  more  impute*  his  fin. 


PSALM  XXXII.        63 

Bat  wafh'd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood, 
Hath  made  his  garments  clean  ! 

2  And  bleft.  beyond  expreffionhe 

Whofe  doubts  are  thus  difcharg'd  : 
While  from  the  guilty  bondage  free, 
He  feels  his  foul  enlarged. 

3  His  fpirit  hates  deceit  and  lies, 

His  words  are  all  fincere  : 
He  guards  his  heart,  he  guards  his  eyes, 
To  keep  his  confcience  clear. 

4  While  I  my  inward  guilt  fuppreft, 

No  quiet  could  I  find  : 
Thy  wrath  lay  burning  in  my  breaft 
And  rack'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 

5  Then  I  confefs'd  my  troubled  thoughts, 

My  fecret  fins  reveal'd. 
Thy  pard'ning  grace  forgave  my  faults, 
Thy  grace  my  pardon  feaPd, 

6  This  mail  invite  thy  faints  to  pray  : 

When  like  a  raging  flood 
Temptations  rife,  our  ftrength  and  flay 
Is  a  forgiving  God. 

PSALM  32  Firft  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Peptntance   and  free  pardon  ;  or,    Juftificatim 
and  SanStifcation. 

BLESS'D  is  the  man,  forever  blcfs'd, 
Whofe  guilt  is  pardon'd  by  his  God. 
Whofe  Sins  with  forrow  are  confefs'd. 
And  cover'd  with  his  Saviours  blood. 

2  Before  his  judgment  feat  the  Lord 

No  more  permits  his  crimes  to  rife  : 


<S4  PSALM     XXXIII. 

He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 

And  not  on  works,  bat  grace,  relies. 

3  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free, 

His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 
With  deep  repentance  well  agree. 
And  join  to  prove  his  faith  fmcere.. 

4  How  glorious  is  that  righteoufnefs 

That  hides  and  cancels  all  his  fins  ? 
While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace 

Through  all  his  life  appears  and  feines. 

PSALM  32.    Second  Part.    Long  Metre, 
A  guilty  CoKj'cience  eafedby  Confejjion  and  Par  den, 
i    ^¥7HlLE  I  keep  filence  and  conceal 
VV     My  heavy  guilt  within  my  heart, 
What  torments  doth  my  confeience  feel  i 
What  agonies  of  inward  fmart ! 

2  I  fpread  my  fins  before  the  Lord, 
And  all  my  fecret  faults  confefs ; 
Thy  gofpel  fpeaks  a  pard'ning  wori. 
Thine  holy  fpirit  feals  the  grace. 

5  For  this  mall  every  humble  foul 
Make  fwift  addreft'es  to  thy  feat : 
"When  floods  of  huge  temptations  roll, 
There  fnall  they  find  a  bleft  retreat. 

4  How  fafe  beneath  thy  wings  I  lie, 

When  days  grow  dark  and  ftorms  appear  ! 
And  when  I  walk,  thy  watchful  eye 
Shall  guide  me  fafe  from  ev'ry  fnavc. 

PSALM  33.  Firft  Part.  Common  MefK, 
Works  of  Creation  and  Pro'viw 
EJOICE  ye  righteous,  in  Ui 
This  work  belongs  to  you  : 


PSALM    XXXIII.  6$ 

Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word. 
How  holy,  jufi  and  true  ! 

2  His  mercy  and  his  righteoufnefs 

Iiet  heaven  and  earth  proclaim ; 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Reveal  his  woad'rous  name, 

3  His  word  with  energy  divine, 

Thofe  heav'nly  arches  fpread, 

Bade  ftarry  hofts  around  them  mine, 

And  light  the  heav'ns  pervade. 

4  He  taught  the  fwelling  waves  to  flow 

To  their  appointed  deep  : 
Bade  raging  feas  their  limits  know, 
And  ftill  their  ftation  keep. 

5  Ye  tenants  of  the  fpacious  earth, 

With  fear  before  him  ftand  ; 
He  fpake,  and  nature  took  its  birth v 
And  refts  on  his  command. 

6  He  fcorns  the  angry  nations'  rage, 

And  breaks  their  vain  defigns  ; 
His  eounfel  ftands  thro'  ev'ry  age, 
And  in  full  glory  mines. 

PSALM  33.  Second  Part.  Com.  metre, 

Creatures  "join,  and  God  allfujficient. 

1  T>  LESS'D  is  the  nation,  where  the  Lord 
J3  Hath  fix'd  his  gracious  throne  : 

Where  he  reveals  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  calls  their  .tribes  his  own. 

2  His  eye,  with  infinite  furvey, 

Does  the  whole  world  behold, 
He  form'd  us  all  of  equal  clay, 
And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 


66  PSALM    XXXIJX 

3  Kings  are  not  refcu'd  by  the  force 

Of  armies  from  the  grave  : 
Nor  fpeed  nor  courage  of  an  horfe 
Can  his  bold  rider  fave. 

4  Vain  is  the  ftrength  of  beafts  or  men, 

Nor  fprings  our  fafety  thence  ; 
Sut  holy  fouls  from  God  obtain 
A  ftrong  and  fure  defence. 
5.  God  is  their  fear,  and  God  their  truft, 
When  plagues  or  famine  fpread. 
His  watchful  eyes  iecures  the  juft, 
Among  ten  thoufand  dead. 
6  Lord  let  our  hearts  in  thee  i  ej  ~': 
AndHfefs  us  from ^hy  throne: 
For  we  have  Made  thy  word  carcioice, 
And  trull  thy  grace  alone. 

PSALM  33.  As  the  i^Pfalm.  Fir  ft  Part. 

Works  of  Creation  and  Providence. 
j   T7F  bobr  fools,  in  God  rejoice,     [voice, 
Y     Your  Maker's  fraife  becomes  your 
Great  is  your  theme,  your  foftgs  be  new  ; 
Sing  of  his'  name,  his  word,  his  ways, 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace, 
How  wiie  and  holy,  juit and  true! 

2  Behold,  to  earth's  rbmoteft  ends 
His  fcoodncfi 'flows,  his  troth  extend,  ; 

Il^pow'r  the  heav'nly  arches  ipre. 
Kis  word,  with  energy  di« 
V,ite  ftarry  hoib  around  him  feme, 

And  light  the  circling  heav'ns  peiv.ae. 
,  His  hand  collects  the  flowm3  f-as  ; 
'    Thofe  wat'ry  treafures  know  their  | 
Ard  fil1  the  ftore-hou'e  of  tae  &* 


PSALM     XXXIII.  6  7 

He  fpake  and  gave  all  nature  birth ; 
And  fires  and  feas,  and   heav'n  and  earth., 

His  everlafting  orders  keep. 
Let  mortals  tremble  and  adore 
A  God  of  fuch  refiftlefs  pow'r, 

Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  rage; 
Vain  are  your  thoughts,  and  weak  your 
But  his  eternal  counfei  ftands,  [hands. 

And  rules  the  world  from  age  to  a?e. 


-o 


PSALM  33.  As  the  1  i3PfaIm.  Second  Part. 
Creatures  <vain,   and  GOD  All Jufficient . 

1  ^~\H  happy  nation,  where  the  Lord 
S^J  Reveals  the  treafure  of  his  word, 

And  builds.his  church,  his  earthly  throne ! 
His  eyes  the  heathen  world  furveys, 
He  form'd  their  hearts  he  knows  their  ways, 

But  God  their  Maker  is  unknown. 

2  Let  Kings  rely  upon  their  hoft, 

And  of  his  ftrength  the  champion  boafl  ; 

In  vain  they  boaft,  in  vain  rely  ; 
In  vain  we  trait  the  brutal  force, 
Or  fpeed  or  courage  of  an  horfe. 

To  guard  his  rider,  or  to  fly. 
5  The  arm  of  our  almighty  Lord, 
Doth  more  fecure  defence  afford,     [ftand; 

When    deaths   or  dangers    threat'ning 
Thy  watchful  eye  preferves  the  j  ail, 
Who  make  thy  name  their  fear  and  trun. 

When  wars  or  famine  wafte  the  h 
\.  In  uxknefs  or  the^bloody  field, 
Our  great  Phyiician  and  our  fnield, 

Shall  fend  falvation  from  his  throne  ; 
We  wait  to  fee  thy  goodnefs  ihine  ; 


6  PSALM      XXXIV. 

Let  us  rejoice  in  help  divine. 
For  all  our  hope  is  God  alone. 

PSALM  34.     Firft  Part.     Long-  Metre. 
GOD's  Care  of  the   Saints  >    or  Deliverance  by 

prayer, 
1 T    ORD,  I  will  blefs  the*  all  my  days, 
JL/Thy  praife  mall  dwell  upon  my  tongue  : 
My  ibul  mall  glory  in  thy  grace, 
While  faints  rejoice  to  hear  the  fong. 

2  Come  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 
Let  every  heart  exalt  his  name  ; 
I  fought  th'  eternal  God,  and  he 
Has  not  expof'd  my  hope  to  ihame. 

3  I  told  him  all  my  fecret  grief, 

My  fecret  groaning  reach'd  his  ears ; 
He  gave  my  inward  pains  relief, 
And  calm'd  the  tumult  of  my  fears. 

4  To  him  the  poor  lift  up  their  eyes, 
With  heav'nlyjoy  their  faces  mine, 
A  beam  of  mercy  from  the  fkies 
Fills  them  with  light  and  love  divine. 

5  "His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents 

Around  the  men  that  ferve  the  Lord  ; 
Oh  fear  and  love  him  all  his  faints, 
Tafteofhis  grace  andtruft  his  word. 

6  The  wild  young  lions  pinch'd  with  pain, 

And  hanger,  roar  thro'  all  the  woods  ; 
But  none  fhall  feek  the  Lord  in  vain, 
Nor  want  fuppliesof  real  good. 

PSALM  34.     ver.      11, — 22.     SecondPart* 
Long  Metre, 

Religious  education  ;  or,  Injiruclions  of  Piety. 
1  i^hildren  ,in  years  and  knowledge  young. 

V>  Your  parents'  hope,  your  parents' joy, 


P  S  A  L  M     XXXIV.  69 

Attend  the  counfels  of  my  tongue, 

Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ, 

2  It  you  deiire  a  length  of  days, 

And  peace  to  crown  your  mortal  Itate, 
Reiifam  your  feet  from  impious  waysa 
Your  lips  from  fiander  and  deceit, 

3  The  eyes  of  God  regard  his  faints. 

His  ears  are  open  to  their  cries  ; 
He  fets  his  frowning  face  againrt 

The  fons  of  violence  and  lies, 
4.  To  humble  fouls  and  broken  hearts 

God  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh  s- 
Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts, 

When  men  in  deep  contrition  lie. 

5  He  tells  their  tears,  he  counts  their  groans, 
His  Son  redeems  their  fouls  from  death, 
His  fpirit  heals  their  broken  bones, 

His  praife  employs  their  tuneful  breath. 

PSALM  34.  v.  1, 10.  ill:  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

Prayer  and  Praife  for  Eminent  Ddi-verancc . 

I    IT'LL  blefs  the  Lord  from  day  to  day  ; 
JL     How  good  are  all  his  ways  ! 
Ye  humble  fouls  that  us'd  to  pray 
Come,  help  my  lips  to  praife. 

Z  Sing  to  the  honour  of  his  name, 
How  a  poor  fufPrer  cry'd, 
Nor  was  his  hope  expos'd  to  fname, 
Nor  was  his  fuit  deny'd. 

3  When  threat'nmg  forrows  round  me  KOod% 
And  endlefs  fears  arofe, 
Like  the  loud  billows  of  a  flood, 

Redoubling  all  my  woes  ;  . 


7o  PSALM     XXXI-V. 

4  I  told  the  Lord  my  fore  diilrefs, 

With  heavy  groans  and  tears  ; 
He  gave  my  fharpeft  torments  eafe, 
And  fiienc'd  all  my  fears. 

Pause. 

[5  O  Tinners,  come  and  tafte  his  love, 
Come  learn  his  pleafant  ways, 
And  let  your  own  experience  prove 
The  fweetnefs  of  his  grace. 

€  He  bids  his  angels  pitch  their  tents 
Round  where  his  children  dwell : 
What  ills  their  heav'nly  care  prevents 
No  earthly  tongue  can  tell] 

[7  O  love  the  Lord,  ye  faints  of  his  ; 
His  eye  regards  the  juft  ! 
How  richly  blell  their  portion  is 
Who  make  the  Lord  their  trull  I 

5  Young  lions,  pinch'd  with  hunger,  roar, 

And  familh  in  the  wood  : 

But  God  fupplies  his  holy  poor 

With  ev'ry  needful  good.] 

PSALM  34.     1 1—22.     Second  Part. 

Common  Metre. 

Exhortation  to  Peace  and  Ihlinefs. 

i  ^lOME,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord, 
\^j  And  that  your  days  be  long, 
Let  not  a  falfe  ar  fpiteful  word 
Be  found  upon  your  tongue. 

2  Depart  from  mifchief  practice  love, 
Puriue  the  works  of  peace  ; 
So  mall  the  Lord  your  ways  approve. 
And  let  your  foul  at  eaic, 


V?SALM     XXXV.  71 

3  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  juft, 
His  ears  attend  their   cry  ; 
When  broken  fpirits  dwell  in  dull, 

The  God  of  grace  is  nigh. 

4  What  tho'  the  forrows  here  they  tafte 

Are  (harp  and  tedious  too, 
The  Lord  who  faves  them  all  at  laft. 
Is  their  fupporter  now. 

5  Evil  mall  fmite  the  wicked  dead  ; 

But  God  fecures  his  own, 

Prevents  the  mifchief  when  they  Aide, 

Or  heals  the  broken  bone, 

€  When  defolation  like  a  flood 
O'er  the  proud  finner  rolls, 
Saints  find  a  refuge   in  their  God, 
For  he  redeem'd  their  fouls. 

PSALM    35,     Ver.    12.    13.  14. 

Love  to  Enemies  or  the  love  cfCuR.  1  s  t  to  jinner* 
typified  in  David. 

1  TJEHOLD  tne  iove  the  gen'rous  love, 
Jj     That  holy  David  mows  j 
Behold  his  kind  companion  move 

For  his  amifted  foes! 

2  When  they  arc  fick  his  foul  complains. 

And  feems  to  feel  the  fmart : 
The  fpirit  of  the  gofpel  reigns, 
And  melts  his  pious  heart. 

3  How  did  his  flowing  tears  condole 

As  for  a  brother  dead  ? 
And  failing  mortified  his  foul 
While  for  their  life  he  pray'd.  ' 

4  They  groan'd  and  curs'd  him  on  their  bed, 

Yet  itillhe  pleads  and  mourns ; 


;i  PSALM     XXXVI. 

And  double  bleMings  on  his  head 
The  righteous  God  returns. 
e  O  glorious  type  of  heav'nly  grace  ! 
Thus  Chrift  the  Lord  appears  ; 
While  Turners  curie,  the  Saviour  prays, 
And  pities  them  with  tears. 
6  He,  the  true  David,  IfraePs  Kin?, 
Blefs'd  and  belov'd  of  God, 
To  fave  us  rebels  dead  in  fin 
Pay'd  his  own  deareic  blood. 

PSALM  36.  ver.  5 — 9.    Long  Metre. 

'The  Perfections  and Providence  of God ;   or,   Ge- 
neral Providence  and  fpecial  Grace. 

1    TTIGH  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God, 
£~±      Thy  goodnefs  in  full  glory  mines ; 
Thy  truth  mail  break  througn  ev'ry  cloud 

That  veils  and  darkens  thy  defigns. 
Por  ever  firm  thy  jurtice  Hands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep ; 
Wife  arc  the  wonders  of  thy  hands, 

Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

-y  Providence  is  kind  and  large, 

Bath  cian  and  beaft  thy  bounty  mare  ; 
:  \\  hole  creation  is  thy  charge, 

Uut  faint j  ar<-  thy  peculiar  care. 

God  !  how  excellent  thy  grace, 

Whence     all    our    hope    and    comfort 
The  Ions  of  Adam  in  diftrefe        [fp  rings ; 

Fly  to  the  ihadow  of  thy  w: 
From  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe 

We  ihail  be  fed  wi.-k  fweet  rep$i  ; 
There  mercy,  like  a  river,  fl 

Arid  brings  falvation  to 


PSALM     XXXVI.  73 

S  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free,  I 

Springs  from  the  prefence  of  my  Lord  t, ' 
And  in  thy  light  our  fouls  mail  fee 
The  glories  promis'd  in  thy  word. 

P  S  ALM  36.  ver.  1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 9.  Com.  Metre 

Fradical  Atheifm   expofed  j  or,   The  Being  and 
Attributes  of  God  ajferted. 

1  ^TTT'HILE  men   grow  bold  in  wicked 

VV     And  yet  a  God  they  own,     [ways, 
My  heart  within  me  often  fays, 

st  Their  thoughts  believe  there's  none.55 

2  Their  thoughts  and  ways  at  once  declare, 

(Whate'er  their  lips  profefs) 
God  hath  no  wrath  £dt  them,  to  fear, 
Nor  will  they  feek  his  grace. 

3  What  flrange  felf-flattery  blinds  their  eyes  ? 

But  there's  a  haiVning  hour 
When  they  ihall  fee,  with  fore  furprife, 
The  terrors  of  thy  pow'r. 

4.  Thy  juftice  mall  maintain  its  throne, 
Though  mountains  melt  away  ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  world  unknown, 
A  deep  unfa  thorn 'dfea. 

5  Above  thefe  heav'ns  created  rounds 
Thy  mercies,  Lord,  extend  ; 
Thy  truth  outlives  the  narrow  bounds 
Where  time  and  nature  end. 

!  6  Safety  to  man  thy  goodnefs  brings, 
Nor  overlooks  the  beaft  ; 
Beneath  the  lhadow  of  thy  wings 
Thy  children  chufe  to  reft. 


74  P     S  A  L  M     XXXVI. 

[7,  From  thee,  when  creature-ftreams  run  low, 
And  mortal  comforts  die, 
Perpetual  fprings  of  life  mail  flow, 
And  raife  our  pleafures  high. 

S  Though  all  created  light  decay, 
And  death  clofe  up  our  eyes, 
Thy  prefence  makes  eternal  day, 
Where  clouds  can  never  rife.] 

PSALM  36.  Ver.  1-7.      Short  Metre. 

The  Wickednefs  of  Man,  and  the  Majefty  of  Gcd  : 

or  Practical  Atheijm  expofed. 
1   IT  7HEN  man  grows  bold  in  lin, 
V  V     My  heaat  within  me  cries, 
"  He  hath  no  faith  of  God  within, 
**  Nor  fear  before  his  eyes." 

[  2  He  walks  a  while  conceal'd 
In  a  felf-rlattering  dream, 
Till  his  dark  crimes,  at  once  reveal's, 
Expoie  his  hateful  n  ame.] 

3  His  heart  is  falfeand  foul, 

His  words  are  fmooth  and  fair  ; 

Wifdom  is  baniih'd  from  his  foul, 

And  leaves  no  goodnefs  there, 

4  He  plots  upon  his  bed 

New  milchiefs  to  fulfil  ; 
He  lets  his  heart,  and  hand,  and  head. 
To  practice  all  that's  ill. 

5  But  there's  a  dreadful  Gcd, 

Though  men  renounce  his  fear  • 
Hi>  juitice  hid  behind  the  cloud 
Shall  one  great  day  appear 

6  His  truth  tranfeends  the  iky, 

In  heiv'n  his  mercies  d\\e\\  ; 


PSALM     XXXVII.  75 

Deep  as  the  fea  his  judgments   lie, 
His  anger  burns  to  hell. 

7  How  excellent  his  love, 

Whence  all  our  fafety  fprings  ! 
O  never  let  my  foul  remove 
From  underneath  his  wings  1 

PSALM     37.     Ver.   1,  1  <. 
FirftPart.     Common  Metre. 

The  cure  of  envy,  frctfulnefs,  and  unbelief- :  or 
The  rewards  of  the  Righteous  and  Wicked. 

1  T  T  THY  fhould  I  vex  my  foul  and  fret 
W     To  fee  the  wicked  rife  i 
Or  ^nyy  fiimers  waxing  great 
By  violence  and  lies  ? 

z  As  flow'ry  grafs,  cut  down  at  aoon, 
Before  the  evening  fades, 
So  ihali  their  glories  vaniih  foon 
In  everlafling  ihades. 

3  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  truft, 
And  practice  all  that's  good; 
So  mall  I  dwell  among  the  juft, 
And  he'll  provide  me  food. 

4 1  to  my  God  my  ways. commit, 
And  cheerful  wait  his  will": 
Thy  hand  which  guides  my  doubtful  feet> 
Shall  my  denies  Fulfil. 

5  Mine  innocence  malt  thou  difplay, 
And  make  thy  judgements  known. 
Fair  a-  the  light  of  dawning  day, 
Ana  glorious  as  the  noon. 

■i  Tas  iTieek  at  laft  the  earth  poffefs, 
are  the  heirs  ofheav'n  : 


76  PSALM     XXX  VII. 

True  riches,  with  abundant  peace 
To  humble  lbuls  are  giv'n. 

Pause. 
7  Reft  in  the  Lord,  and  keep  his  way, 
Nor  let  your  anger  rife, 
Though  Providence  mould  long  delay 
To  puniin  haughty  vice. 

%  Let  fmners  join  to  break  your  peace, 
And  plot,  and  rage,  and  foam ; 
The  Lord  derides  them,  for  he  fees 
Their  day  of  veng'ance  come. 

9  They  have  drawnout  the  threat'ning  fword, 

Have  bent  the  murd'rous  bow, 

To  flay  the  men  that  fear  the  Lord, 

And  bring  the  righteous  low. 

10  My  God  mall  break  their  bows,  and  burn 

Their  perfecting  darts, 
Shall  their  own  fwords  againft  them  turn  ; 
And  pierce  their  iiubborn  hearts. 

PSALM   37.    Ver.    16,  21,  26,-31. 

Second  Part.     Common  Metre. 
Charity  to   the   Poor  :    or,    Religion   in   JVorJs 

and  Deeds. 
I  XI7HY  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boaft, 
VV       And  grow  profanely  bold  ? 
The  meaner!  portion  of  the  juft 
Excels  the  finrier's  gold. 
-z  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends, 
But  ne'er  deiigns  to  pay. 
The  faint  is  merciful,  and  lends, 
Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 

3  His  alms,  with  liberal  heart,  Ik  gi 
AmOngfl  the  ion*  of  n 

# 


PSALM     XXXVII.  ff 

His  mem'ry  to  loiSg  ages  lives, 
And  bicffed  is  his  feed. 

4  His  lips  abhor  to  talk  profane, 

To  ilander  or  defraud  ; 
Kis  ready  tongue  decteres'to  men 
What  he  has  learn'd  of  Gcd. 

5  The  law  and  gofpel  of  the  Lord   « 

Deep  in  his  heart  abide  ; 

Led  by  the  fpirit  and  the  word 

His  feet  fnail  never  Hide. 

6  When  fmners  fail,  the  righteous  fraud. 

Preferv'd  from  ev'ry  fnare  ; 
They  fhai!  poffeis  the  promis'd  land. 
And  dwell  for  ever  there. 

PSALM  37.  ver.  23—37.  Third  part- 
The  Way  and   End  of  the  Righteous    and  the 
Wicked. 
Y  God,  the  iteps  of  pious  men 
Are  order'd  by  thy  will : 
Though  they  mould  fall,  they  rife  ag: 
Thy  hand  fupports  them  fcill. 

The  Lord  delights  to  fee  their  way;,, 

Their  virtue  he  approves  : 
He'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace. 

Nor  leave  the  men  he  loves. 

The  heav'nly  heritage  is  theirs, 
Their  portion  and  their  home  ; 

He  fealts  them  now,  and  makes  them  heirs. 
Of  bleiTings  long  to  come. 

1  Lord,  ye  fens  of  men, 
1  r  when  tyrants  frowr, ; 
Ye  ihail  coisfefs  theii  is  vaiii, 

W'hsii  iti&ice  .  ,       then    - 


7*  PS  A  L  M     XXXVIII. 

P     A     U     S     E. 

5  The  haughty  (inner  have  I  feen 

Not  fearing  man  nor  God, 
Like  a  tall  bay  tree  fair  and  green, 
Spreading  his  arms  abroad, 

6  And  lo,  he  vanifh'd  from  the  ground, 

Daftroy'd  by  hands  unfeen  ; 
Nor  root  nor  branch,  nor  leaf  was  found 
Where  all  that  pride  had  been. 

7  But  mark  the  man  of  righteoufnefs, 

His  feveral  fteps  attend  ; 
True  pieafure  runs  thro'  all  his  ways, 
And  peaceful  is  his  end. 

PSALM  38.     Common  Metre. 

Guilt  of  Confcience    and  Relief ;  or   Repentance 
•  and  Prayer  for  Pardon  and  Health. 

1  A   MIDST  thy  wrath  remember  love 
X~JL  Re^ore  thy  fervant,  Lord 

Nor  let  a  Father's  chaft'ning  pror^ 
Like  an  avenger's  f.vord. 

2  Thine  arrows  ftick  within  my  hear!:, 

My  Hefn  is  forely  prefs'd  ; 
Between  the  forrow  and  the  frmrt 
My  ipirit  finds  no  reft. 

-.)  My  fins  a  heavy  load  appear, 
And  o'er  my  head  are  gone  ^ 
Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear, 
1  00  hard  for  me  t'  atone. 

4.  My  thoughts  are  like  a  trouble  J 
That  links  my  comforts  down  ; 
And  I  go  mourning  all  the  Jav 
IJeneathmy  Father '3  fmwr. 


«PSALM     XXXIX.  79 

^  Lord  I  am  weaken'd  and  difmay'd, 
None  ofmy  pow'rs  arewhole  ; 
My  wounds  with  piercing  anguilh  bleed, 
The  anguiih  of  my  foul. 

6  All  my  defires  to  thee  are  known, 

Thine  eye  counts  every  tear, 
And  ev'ry  ligh  and  ev'ry  groan 
Is  notic'd  by  thine  ear. 

7  Thou  art  my  God,  my  only  hope  ; 

My  God  will  hear  my  cry, 
My  God  will  bear  my  fpirit  up 
When  Satan  bids  me  die. 

S  My  foes  rejoice  whene'er  I  Aide, 
To  fee  my  virtue  fail ; 
They  raife  their  pleafure  and  their  pride, 
Whene'er  their  wiles  prevail. 

9  But  I'll  confefs  my  guilty  ways, 

And  grieve  for  all  my  fin  ; 
"    I'll  mourn  how  weak  the  feeds  of  grc 

And  beg  fupport  divine. 

to  My  God  forgive  my  follies  pair, 
And  be  forever  nigh  ; 
O  Lord  ofmy  falvationhafte  ; 
Before  thv  fervant  die. 
P  SALM  39.    Ver.  1,2,3.  Fi£»%rt. 

Common   Metre. 
J-Fatcbfulmfs  ever  tbs  Tongue  :  or,   P ruder 

Zeal. 
1   '""T^HUS  Irefolv'd  before  the  Lord, 
JL      "  Now  v.  ill  I  watch  my  tonge, 
((  Left  I  let  flip  one  fmful  word, 
"  Or  do  my  neighbour  wrong, 

z  Whene'er  conilrain'd  a  while  to  ftav 
With  men  of  lives  profane. 


8o  PSALM      XXXIX. 

I'll  fet  a  double  guard  that  day, 
Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 

3  I'll  fcarce  allow  my  lips  to  fpeak 

The  pious  thoughts  I  feel, 
Left  fcoffers  mould  th'occafion  take 
To  mock  my  holy  zeal. 

4  Yet  if  fome  proper  hour  appear, 

I'll  not  be  over-aw'd, 
But  let  the  fcoihng  finners  hear 
That  we  can  fpeak  for  God. 

PSALM  39.  ver.  4,  5,  6,  7.  Second  Part 

The  Vanity  of  Man  as  Mortal. 

1  '  £  VEACH  me  the  meafure  of  my  days, 

JL        Thou  maker  cf  my  frame  ; 
I  would  furvey  life's  narrow  fpace, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2  A  fpan  is  ail  that  we  can  boaft, 

An  inch  or  two  of  time  ; 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  dud 
In  ali  his  now'r  and  prime. 

3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 

Like  fnadows  o'er  the  plain  ; 
They  rage  and  ftrive,  dehre  and  love, 
But  all  their  noife  is  vain. 

4  Some  walk  in  honour's  gaudy  fhow, 

Some  dig  for  golden  ore,     , 
They  toil  for  heirs,  they  know  not  who, 
And  ftrait  are  feen  no  more. 

5  What  mould  I  wifh  or  wait  fcr  then, 

From  creatures,  earth  and  duil  } 
They  make  our  expectations  vair 
And  difappoint  our  truft, 


PSALM     XXXIX.  Si 

£  New  I  fbrbijd  my  carnal  hope 

My  fond  ochres  ree;i<! ; 
I  give  my  mortal  interef!:  up. 
And  make  mv  God  my  all. 


PSALM    39.     ver.  9,  13.  -  Third  Parr, 
CommoivM  etre. 

*:t.:z-bed ds~ootion  _'  or.  Pleading  -o/iihout  repining-, 

1  £~^  OD  of  my  life,  look  gently  dcr 
V_Jf     Behold  the  pains  I  feel ; 

But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throve, 
Nor  dare  difpute  thy  will. 

2  ZAieaies,  are  thy  ferva^ts,   Lord, 

They  come  at  thy  command  5 

PI!  not  attempt  a  murm'ring  word 

Agaihit  thy  chailmmg  hand, 

3  Yet  I  may  plead  with  humble  cries, 

Remove  thy  fharp  rebukes  : 
/  Ey  ftrength  conlumes,  my  ipirit  d 
Through  thy  repeated  ftrokes. 

4  CrufhM  as  amoch  beneath  thy  hand, 

We  moulder  to  the  dufi  : 
Our  feeble  pow'rs  can  ne'er  withftand. 
And  all  our  beauty's  loft. 

r  here  below, 
-  fathers  were  ; 


.0  gc 
bear 


r6z  f'  SALM      XL. 

FS  ALM  40.  ver.  i,  2,  3,  5,  17.  Firft  Part. 

Common  Metre. 

A  Son?  of  Deliverance  from  great  Difrefs, 

WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord, 


He  bow'd  to  hear  my  cry 
He  Taw  me  reiHng  on  his  word, 
And  brought  falvation  nigh. 

2  He  rais'd  me  from  a  horrid  pit, 

Where  mourning  long  I  lay, 
And  from  my  bonds  releas'd  my  feet, 
Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay, 

3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  ib.nd, 

And  taught  my  chearful  torigue 
To  praife  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
In  a  new  thankful  for.g. 

4  Til  fpread  his  works  of  grace  abroad ; 

The  faints  with  joy  mall  hear, 
And  iinners  learn  to  make  my  God 
Their  only  hope  and  fear, 

5  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love  ; 

Thy  mercies,  Lord,  how  great ! 
We  have  not  words  nor  hours  enough 
Their  numbers  to  repeat. 

6  When  I'm  afflicted,  poor  and  low, 

And  light  and  peace  depart, 

My  God  beholds  my  heavy  woe, 

And  bears  me  on  his  heart. 

f  S  ALM  40.  ver.  6, 9.  2d  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

The  Incarnation  and  Sacrifice  of  Qhrij}, 

j   >"T^HUS  faith  the  Lord,  "  Your  work  is 
X    "Give  your  burnt orf' rings  o'er,  [vain, 


PSALM      XL,  S3. 

**  In  dying  goats  and  bullocks  flain 
"  My  foul  delights  no  more." 

2  Then  fpake  the  Saviour,  "  Lo,  I'm  here, 

"  My  God,  to  do  thy  will ; 
if  Whatever  thy  facred  books  declare 
"  Thy  fervant  (hall  fulfil. 

3  "  Thy  law  is  ever  in  my  fight, 

"  I  keep  it  near  my  heart : 
"  Mine  eyes  are  open'd  with  delight 
"  To  what  thy  lips  impart." 

4  And  fee  the  bleft  Redeemer  comes, 

Th'  eternal  Son  appears, 
And  at  th'  appointed  time  arTumes 
The  body  God  prepares. 

5  Much  he  reveal'd  his  Father's  grace. 

And  much  his  truth  he  ihew'd. 
And  preach'd  the  way  of  righteoufnefs 
Where  great  anemblies  frood. 

6  His  Father's  honour  touch'd  his"  heart, 

He  pity'd  iinners  cries, 
And  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part 
Was  made  a  facrifice. 

Pause. 

7  No  blood  of  beafts  on  altars  ihed 

Could  w^afn  the  confcience  clean, 
But  the  rich  facrifice  he  paid 
Atones  for  all  our  fin. 

$  Then  was  the  great  falvation  fpread, 
And  Satan's  kingdom  (hook  : 
Thus  by  the  woman's  promis'd  feed 
The  Serpent's  head  was  broke. 


84  P  S  A  L  M    XL. 

PSALM40.  Ver.5,— 10.  Long  Metre. 
Christ  our  Sacrifice. 

1  t  1  %H£   wonders,    Lord,  thy' love   has 

i  wrought, 

Exceed  our  praife,  furmount  our  thought; 
Should  I  attempt  the  long  detail, 
My  fpeech  would  faint,  my  numbers  fail. 

2  No  blood  of  beafts  on  altars  fpilt, 

Can  cleanfe  the  fouls  of  men  from  guilt ; 
But  thou  haft  fet  before  our  eyes 
An  all-fufficient  facrince. 

3  Lo  thine  eternal  Son  appears, 
To  thy  defigns  he  bows  his  ears; 
Affumes  a  body  well  prepar'd, 
/-.:■.{  welj  performs  a  work  fo  hard. 

'  old  i  come  fihe  Saviour  cries, 
and  duty  in  his  eyes,) 
\  to  bcai  n±e  Jieavy  load 
((  Of  fins,  and  do  thy  will,  my  God. 

5  "  'Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 
(c  ?Tis  in  thy  book  foretold  of  me, 
ee  I  muft  fulfil  the  oaviou;\s  part, 
"  Ana  lo  !   thy  law  is  in  my  heart. 

6  "  I'll  magnify  thy  holy  lav/, 

"  And  rebels  to  obedience  draw, 
"  When  on  my  erofs  I'm  lifted  high, 
"  Or  to  my  crown  above  tke  r~y~ 

7  U  The  fpirit  mail  defcendand  fnew 

"  What  thou  haft  done  and  vLic  I  do  ; 
'c  The    wond'ring  world  fcalj   lear 

grace, 
"And  all  creation  tune  thy  praife," 


P  S  A  L  M     XLIT.  8S 

PSALM  41.    ver.  i,  2,  3.   Long  Metre. 

Charity  to  the  Poor  j   or,   Pity  to  the  qjjiified. 
LESS'D  is   the    man  whole  breaft  can 
And  melt  with,  pity  to  the  poor,  [move. 
Wkofe  foul,  by  fympathizing  love, 
Feels  what  his  fellow -faints  endure, 

2  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 

More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do  1 
He,  in  the  time  of  gen'ral  grief, 
Shall  find  the  Lord  has  mercy  too. 

3  His  foul  fhall  live  fecure  on  earth, 

With  fecret  blefiings  on  his  head, 
When  drought,  and  peitilence,  and  dearth. 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 

4  Or  if  he  languifh  on  his  couch, 

God  will  pronounce  his  fins  forgiv'n, 
Will  fave  him  with  a  healing  touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  foul  to  heav'n. 

P  S  A  L  M.  42.     .1—9.  Firit  Part. 

Deferiic:i  a?id  liope  ;  or,   Complaint  of  Abfence 
from  Public  Worjbtp. 
T  XITH  earneft  longings  of  the  mind, 
My  God,  to  thee  I  look  • 
So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find, 
And  taile  the  cooling  brook. 

When  (hall  I  fee  thy  courts  of  |ra<  e 

And.ineet  my  God  again  \ 
So  ;o^  [x  "n  abfence  from  thy  face 

My  iie?  it  endures  with  pain. 

rex  my  weary  foulj 
re  my  repafi ; 
without  C( 
J:  A  -  -   : ',  your  God    . .  1  iftr" 


■86  PSALM    XLII. 

4  'Tis  with  a  mournful  pleafure  now 

I  think  on  ancient  days, 
Then  to  thy  houfe  did  numbers  go, 
And  all  our  work  was  praife. 

5  But  why,  my  foul,  fink  down  fo  far 

Beneath  this  heavy  load  ? 

My  fpirit  why  indulge  defpair, 

And  fin  againfl  my  God  ? 

6  Hope  in  the  Lord,  whofe  mighty  hand 

Can  all  thy  woes  remove ; 
For  I  fhall  yet  before  him  itand, 
And  fing  reitoring  love. 

PSALM  42.  6— 11.  Second  Part. 
Mtiancboly  thoughts  reproved;  or,  hope  hi  effiidtin 

1  1\  NY  fpirit  finks  within  me,  Lord, 

JL  V JL   But  I  will  call  thy  name  to  mind, 
And  times  of  paft  diltrefs  record, 
When  I  have  found  my  God  was  kind. 

2  Huge  troubles  with  tumult'ous  noife 
Swell  like  a  fea  and  round  me  fpread  ; 
The  riling  waves  drown  all  my  joys, 
And  roll  tremend'ous  o'er  my  head. 

:    Vet  will  the  Lord  command  his  love, 
Whtti  I  addrefs  his  throne  by  day, 
Nor  in  th.et  night  his  grace  remove  : 
night  fhall  hear  me  fing  and  pray. 

a.  I'll  cafi  myfelr  before  his  fttt, 

And  fay  "  My  God,  my  heav'nly  rock, 

il  Why  doth  thy  love  fe  long  forget 

'.*■  The  foul  that  groans  beneath  thy  itroke  ?" 

5    ['il  chide  my  heart  that  finks  fo  low, 
ly  ihculd  my  foul  indulge  her  grief; 


PSALM      XLIIf.  %7 

Hope  in  the  Lord  and  praife  him  too  ; 
He  is  my  reil  my  fure  relief. 
My  God,  my  moil  exceeding  joy, 
Thy  light  and  truth  ihall  guide  me  frill, 
Thy  word  mail  my  beft  thoughts  employ, 
And  lead  me  to  thine  heav'niy  hill. 

PSALM   43.     Common  Metre. 

Safify  in  Divine  Protection. 

JtJDGE  me,  O  God,  and  plead  my  Qaufe, 
Againft  a  finful  race  ; 
From  vile  opreffion  and  deceit 
Secure  me  by  thy  grace. 

On  thee  my  iledfait  hope  depends, 

And  am  I  left  to  mourn  ? 
To  link  in  forrows,  and  in  vain, 

Implore  thy  kind  return  ? 

Oh  fend  thy  light  to  guide  my  feet. 

And  bid  thy  truth  appear, 
Conduct  me  to  thy  holy  hill, 

To  taile  thy  mercies  there. 

Then  to  thy  altar,  oh  my  God, 

%  joyful  feet  [hall  rife, 
And  my  triumphant  fohgs  fliall  praife; 

The-  God  that  rule's  the  (kle  ■;. 

;  Sink  not  my  foul,  beneath  thy  fea,r, 

Nor  yield  to  weak  defpair  ; 

Fori  mall  live  to  praife  the  Lord, 

And  bltis  hl>  guardian  care, 

VSALM   44.     Ver.  •  1,  2,  3,  8,  15,110. 

The  Ch-rclrs  Complaint  in  Pcrfecutio/:. 

LORD  tve  have  heard  thy  works  of  old,, 
Thy  Hork:  of  pow'r  and  grace, 


38  P  S  A  L  M      XLIV. 

When  to  our  ears  our  fathers  told, 
The  wonders  of  their  days. 

2  They  faw  thy  beaut'ous  churches  rife, 

The  fpreadirig  gofpel  run  ; 
While  light  and  glory  from  the  flues 
Thro'  all  their  temples  (hone. 

3  In  God  they  boafted  all  the  day, 

And  in  a  chearful  throng 
Did  thoufands  meet  to  praife  and  pray, 
And  grace  was  all  their  fong. 

4  But  now  our  fouls  are  feiz'd  withmame, 

Ccnfufion  fills  our  face, 
To  hear  the  enemy  blafpheme, 
And  fools  reproach  thy  grace. 

5  Yet  have  we  not  forgot  our  God, 

Nor  falfely  dealt  with  heav'n, 
Nor  have  our  fteps  declined  the  road 
Of  duty  thou  haitgiv'n, 

6  Tiio'  dragons  all  around  us  roar 

With  their  deftructive  breath, 
And  thine  own  hand  has  bruis'd  us  fore, 
Hard  by  the  gates  of  death, 

Pause. 

7  We  -are  expos'd  all  day  to  die, 

As  martyrs  for  thy  name  ; 
As  iheep  for  {laughter  bound  we  lie, 
And  wait  the  kindling  flame. 

S  Awake,  arife,  Almighty  Lord, 
Why  Deeps  thy  wonted  grace  ? 
Why  mould  we  ieem  like  men  abhor'd, 
Or  baninVd  from  thy  face  ? 

9  Wilt  thou  for  ever  call  us  o 
And  Hill  neglect  our  Qiks  ? 


PSALM     XLV.  89 

For  ever  hide  thine  heav'nly  love 
From  our  amicted  eyes  ? 

10  Down  to  the  dull  our  foul  is  bow'd, 

And  dies  upon  the  ground  ; 
Rife  for  our  help.,  rebuke  thetrroud, 
And  all  their  pow'rs  confound. 

11  Redeem  us  from  perpetual  fhame, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  God  ; 
We  plead  the  honours  cf  thy  name. 
The  merits  of  thy  blood. 

PSALM     45.     Short  Metre. 

The  Glory   of   Christ..      The   Succe/s  of  the 
Go/pel,  and  the  Gentile  Church. 

1  T%/TY  Saviour  and  my  King, 
JVJL   Thy  beauties  are  divine  ; 

Thy  lips  with  bleffings  overflow, 
And  ev'ry  grace  is  thine. 

2  Now  make  thy  glory  known, 
Gird  on  thy  dreadful  fword, 

And  rife  in  majefty  to  fpread 
The  conquefts  of  thy  word. 

3  Strike  thro*  thy  ilubborn  foes., 
Or  make  their  hearts  obey. 

While  juilice,  meeknefs,  grace  and  truti- 
Attend  thy  glorious  way. 

4  Thy  laws.  O  God,  are  right, 
Thy  throne  mall  ever  Hand  ; 

And  thy  victorious  gofpel  pro1/; 
A  fceptre  in  thy  hand. 

5  [Thy  Father  and  thy  God 
Hath  without  meafure  med 

His  fpirit  like  a  grateful  oil 
T' anoint  thy  facred  head.] 


9o  PSALM      XLV. 

6  [Behold,  at  thy  right  hand 
The  Gentile  church  is  feen, 

A  beaut'ous  bride  in  rich  attire, 
Ajid  princes  guard  the  Queen.] 

7  Fair  bride,  receive  his  love, 
Forget  thy  father's  houfe, 

For  fake  thy  gods,  thy  idol-gods, 
And  pay  the  Lord  thy  vows. 

S  Oh  let  thy  God  and  King 
Thy  fweeteil  thoughts  employ  ; 

Thy  children  lhall  his  honour  fing 
And  talte  the  heav'nly  joy. 

PSALM  45.  Common  Metre. 
'The  ferfmal  glories  and  government  c/Christ, 

1    T'LL  fpeak  the  honours  of  my  King, 
X     His  form  divinely  fair  : 
None  of  the  fons  of  mortal  race 
May  with  the  Lord  compare. 
z  Swee*  is  thy  fpeech,  and  heav'nly  grace 
Upon  thy  lips  is  fhed  ; 
Thy  God  with  bleffings  infinite 
Hath  crown'd  thy  Tacredhead. 

3  Gird  on  thy  fword,  victorious  prince, 

Ride  with  majeftic  fway  ; 
Thy  terror  {hall  ftrike  thro'  thy  foes, 
And  make  the  world  obey. 

4  Thy  throne,  O  God,  forever  ltands, 

Thy  word  of  grace  mail  prove 
A  peaceful  fceptre  in  thy  handb, 
To  rule  thy  faints  by  love. 

5  juftice  and  truth  attend  thee  lhll, 

But  mercy  is  thy  choice  : 


I 

PSALM     XLV-.  91 

And  God,  thy  God,  thy  foul  mall  fill 
With  moll  peculiar  joys. 

PSALM  45.  FirftPart.  Long  Metre, 

The  glory  c/Chri  3  t  ,  and the  po~jjer  of  his  gofpeh. 

NOW  be  my  heart  infpir'd  to  iing 
The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King, 
Jefus  the  Lord  :  how  heav'niy  fair 
His  form  !  how  bright  his  beauties  are  ! 

?  O'er  all  the  fons  of  human  race 
He  mines  with  far  fuperior  grace, 
Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows, 
And  bleiiings  all  his  Hate  compofe. 

3  Drefs  thee  in  arms,,  moil  mighty  Lord, 
Gird  on  the  terror  of  thy  fword, 

In  majeily  and  glcry  ride 

With  truth  and  meeknefs  at  thy  fide. 

4  Thine  anger  like  a  pointed  dart? 
Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  ftu-bborn  heart ; 
Or  words  of  mercy  kind  and  fweet 
Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 

5  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  Hands, 
Grace  is  the  fceptre  in  thy  hands  ; 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  jufl  and  right, 
Bat  grace  andjuftice  thy  delight. 

6  God,  thine  own  God,  has  richly  (hed 
His  oil  cf  gladnefs  on  thy  head  ; 
And  with  his  facred  Spirit  blefl 

His  flr'i-b-;.r;i  Son  above  the  reft. 

PSALM    15,    Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 
Christ  aitd'his  church  i  t$tyfhemyfiicalm£rrw?e 

I   /~|~^Hc.  King  of  fainis  how  fair  his  face*  . 


JL      AcornM  with  majeiry  and  gs 


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92  PSALM     XL  VI. 

He  comes  with  blefiings  from  above. 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 

?.  At  his  right  hand  our  eyes  behold 
The  queen  array'd  in  pureft  gold  ; 
The  world  admires  her  heav'nly  dreil  ; 
Her  robes  of  joy  and  rjghteoufnefs. 

3  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own, 
Ke  calls  and  feats  her  near  his  throne  ; 
Fair  itranger,  let  thine  heart  forget 
The  idols  of  thy  native  fcate. 

4  So  fhali  the  King  the  more  rejoice     , 
In  thee  the  favorite  of  his  choice  ; 
Let  him  be  iov'd  and  yet  ador'd, 
For  he's  thy  Maker  and  thy  Lord. 

5  Oh  happy  hour,  when  thou  (halt  rife 
To  his  fair  palace  in  the  ikies, 

And  all  thy  ions  (a  num'rous  train) 
Each  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign. 

6  Let  endlefs  honours  crown  his  head  ; 
Let  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  fpread  ; 
While  we  with  chearful  fongs  approve 
The  condefceniion  of  his  love. 

'  PSALM  4.6.  FirflPart.  Long  Metre. 

The  Church's  S&fety  and  Triumph  among  Ka 
iional  Defolalions. 

i    >^^OD  is  the  refuge  of  his  Taints, 

V_T  When  iiorms  of  iharp  di.arefs  invade , 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Eehoid  himprefent  withir> 

2  Let  mountain?  from  their  fc  rj'd 

Down  to  the  < 


PSALM     XLVI.  93 

Convulfions  fhake  the  folid  world, 
Our  faith  ihall  never  yield  to  fear. 

Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar, 
In  facred  peace  our  fouls  abide, 
While  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  more 
Trembles  and  dreads  the  fwelling  tide, 

There  is  a  ftrearn  whofe  gentle  flow 
Supplies  the  city  of  our  God  ! 
Life,  love  and  joy  ftill  gliding  thro* 
And  wat'ring  our  divine  abode. 

That  facred  ftrearn  thine  holy  word, 
Supports  our  faith,  our  fear  controuls, 
Sweet  peace  thy  promifes  afford, 
And  give  new  ftrength  to  fainting  fouls. 

Sion  enjoys  her  monarch's  loxre, 
Secure  agamft  a  threat'ning  hour  : 
Nor  can  her  hrm  foundation  move, 
Built  on  his  truth,  and  ann'd  with  pow'r. 


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PSALM  46.    Second  Pare.   Long  Metre. 

God  fights  fur  his  Church. 

1   T    ET  Z ion  in  J  er  king  rejoice, 

J_^  Tho'  ryrantj  rage,  and  kingdoms  rife, 
lie  utters  his  almighty  voice, 

The  nations  melt,  the  tumult  dies. 

i  The  Lord  of  old  for  Jacob  fought, 
And  Jacob's  God  is  ftill  our  aid  ; 
Behold  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought, 
r.oir.dons  he  has  made. 

>  fea,  through  all  the  mores 
He  e  noiie  of  battle  ceafe  ; 

.  nigh  his  thunder  roars, 
:remb!iitg  world  to  peace' 


94  r    5    A    L    1V1       AL.V11. 

4  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  fpear, 

Chariots  he  burns  with  heav'nly  flame  ;| 
Let  earth  in  iilent  wonder  hear 
I        The  found  and  glory  of  his  name. 

5  .'*  Be  ftill,  and  learn  that  I  am  God, 

"  I  reign  exalted  o'er  the  lands, 
il  I  will  be  known  and  fear'd  abroad, 
"  But  ftill  my  throne  in  Zion  Hands." 

6  O  Lord  of  hofts,  almighty  king, 

While  we  fo  near  thy  prefence  dwell, 
Our  faith  fhall  fit  fecure,  and  fmg, 
Nor  fear  the  raging  pow'rs  of  hdL 

PSALM    47.     Common  Metre 

Christ's  Afcending  and  Reigfiing. 

1  /~"\K  for  a  fliout  of  facred  joy 
V^/      To  God  the  fov'reign  king  ! 
Let  ev'ry  land  their  tongues  employ, 

And  hymns  of  triumph  fmg. 

2  jefus  our  God  afcends  on  high, 

His  heav'nly  guards  around 

Attend  him,  rifing  thro'  the  fey, 

With  trumpet's  joyful  found. 

While  angels  ihout  and  praife  their  king, 
Let  mortals  learn  their  (trains : 

Let  ail  the  earth  his  honours  ling  : 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 

4  Rchearfe  his  praife  with  awe  profound, 

Let  knowledge  guide  the  ibng  ; 
Nor  mock  bum  with  a  folemn  icani 
Upon  a  tiioughilei's  tongue. 

5  In  Ifraei  ftoo<i  his  ancient    . 

He  lov'i  that  chofen  nice  ; 


PSALM    XL  VIII.  95 

But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own, 
And  heathens  tafte  his  grace, 

The  Gentile  nations  are  the  Lord's 
There  Abraham's  God  is  known  ; 

While  pow'rs  and princes,mieids  andfwords 
Submit  before  his  throne. 

'SALM48.  ver.  i,_ 8.  Firft  Part.  Short 

Metre. 
The  Church  is  the  honour  and  Safety  of  a  Nation,, 

GREAT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
And  let  his  praife  be  great ; 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
His  molt  delightful  feat, 

:  Thefe  temples  of  his  grace, 
How  beautiful  they  ftand  ! 
The  honors  of  our  native  place, 
And  bulwarks  of  our  land] 

\  In  Zions  God  is  known 
A  refuge  in  diftrefs  ; 
How  bright  has  his  falvation  fhone. 
How  fair  his  heav'nly  grace  ! 

j.  When  kings  againft  her  jcin'd, 
And  faw  the  Lord  was  there, 
In  wild  cor.fmion  of  the  mind 
They  fled  with  hafty  fear, 

;   When  navies  tall  and  proud 
Attempt  to  fpoil  our  peace, 
He  fends  his  tempell  roaring  loud 
And  links  ihern  in  the  feas. 

3  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 
Gur  eyes  have  often  feen, 
How  well  our  God  fecures  the  fold 
Where  his  ewn  flocks  have  been. 


96  PSALM     XLVIII. 

7  In  ev'ry  new  diftrefs 

We'll  to  his  houfe  repair, 
i  Recal  to  mind  his  wond'rous  grace, 
And  feek  deliv'rance  there. 


I 


PSALM      48.     Ver.     10-14.     Second 
Part  Short  Metre. 

The  beauty  cf  the    church  ;  or,   Go/pel  ivorjhip 
and  order. 

1  "jf  T^AP. as  thy  name  is  known 

JP    The  world  declares  thy  praife  ; 
Thy  faints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne 
Their  fongs  of  honor  raife. 

2  With  joy  thy  people  Hand 

On  Zion's  chofen  hill, 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counfels  of  thy  will. 

3  Let  Grangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Cornpnu  and  view  thine  holy  ground 
And  mark  the  building  well. 

4  The  orders  of  thy  houfe, 

The  wcrmip  of  thy  court, 
The  cheerful  fongs,  the  lolemn  vow.* 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent  and  how  wife  / 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites  adorn'd  with  gold. 

5  The  God  we  worfhip  now 
Will  guide  us  till  we  die  ; 
Will  be  our  God  while  here  below , 
And  cur>  above  the  fey. 


PSALM     XLIX.  97 

PSALM    49.    Ver.  6,  14.  Firft  Part. 
Common  Metre. 

] Pride  and  J>eaih  ';    Or,  the  Vanity  of  Life  and 
Riches. 

1  IT7HY  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow 
VV       To  infolence  and  pride, 
To  fee  his  wealth  and  honours  flow 
With  ev'ry  rifing  tide. 

[2  Why  doth  he  treat  the  poor  with  (corn, 
Made  of  the  felf-fame  clay, 
And  boaft  as  though  his  flefh  were  born 
Of  better  daft  than  they  ? 

3  Not  all  his  treafures  can  procure 

His  foul  a  ihort  reprieve, 
Redeem  from  death  one  guilty  hour* 
Or  make  his  brother  live. 

4  Eternal  life  can  ne'er  be  fold> 

The  ranfom  is  too  high ; 
juftice  will  ne'er  be  brib'd  with  gold^ 
That  man  may  never  die.] 

5  He  fees  the  brutiih  and  the  wife, 

The  tim'rbus  and  the  brave 
Quit  their  pofteffions  clofe  their  eyes, 
And  ha{ten  to  the  grave. 

6  Yet  'tis  his  inward  thought  and  pride, 

"  My  houfe  ihall  ever  ftand  ; 
Ci  And  that  my  name  may  long  abide 
"  I'll  give  it  to  my  land." 

7  Vain  are  his  thoughts,  his  hopes  are  lofi. 

How  foon  his  mem'ry  dies  I 

His  name  is  buried  in  the  dull* 

Where  his  own  body  lie*. 

P 


93  PSALM    XLIX. 


A     U     S     E, 


3   This  is  the  folly  of  their  way  ! 
And  yet  their  fons,  as  vain, 
Approve  the  words  their  fathers  fay, 
And  a£t  their  works  again. 

9  Men  void  of  ■nvifdom  and  of  grace. 
Though  honor  raife  them  high, 
Live  like  the  beafl,  a  thoughtless  race, 
And  like  the  beaft  they  die, 
[jo  Laid  in  the*grave,  like  filly  flieep, 
Death  triumphs  o'er  them  there, 
Till  the  lait.  trumpet  breaks  their  fieep, 
And  wakes  them  in  difpair.] 

PSALM       49.     Ver.      14,    15.   Second 
Part,  Common  Metre. 

Death  and  the  Refurrettion. 
l   "\7^E  fons  of  pride,  that  hate  the  jull, 
\     And  trample  on  the  poor, 

:n  death  has  brought  you  down  to  dull, 
Your  pomp  mail  rife  no  more. 

1  The  lafr  great  day  mail  change  the  fcene  ; 
When  will  that  hour  appear  ! 
When  mail  the  juil  revive,  and  reign 
O'er  ail  that  fcorn'd  them  here  ? 

3  God  will  my  naked  foul  receive, 

CalPd  from  the  world  away, 
And  break  the  prifon  of  the  grave, 
To  raiie  my  mould'ring  cia> , 

4  Heav'n  is  my  everlafting  heme, 

Th'  inheritance  is  fure  ; 

Let  men  of  pride  their  rag; 

But  I'U  repine  no  more 


?  S  A  L  M       L.  9g 

PSALM  49.  Long  Metre. 

'he  Rich  jinner' 's  death,  and  the  faint 's   Refur- 
reSiion. 

1  117HY  do  the  proud  infult  the  poor  : 

\  V  And  boaft  the  large  eftates  they  haver 
How  vain  are  riches  to  fecure 

Their  haughty  owners   from  the  grave  j 

2  They  can't  redeem  an  hour  from  death 

With  all  the  wealth  in  which  they  trait  ; 
Nor  give  a  dying  brother  breath, 

When  God  commands-IAn  down  to  daft. 

3  There  the  dark  earth  and  difmal  made 

Shall  clafp  their  naked  bodies  round  : 
That  flefh  fo  delicately  fed 

Lies  cold   and  moulders  in  the  ground. 

4  Like  thoughtlefs  fheep  the  fmner  dies, 

And  leaves  his  glories  in  the  tomb  : 
The  faints  fhall  in  the  morning  rife, 
And  hear  the  oppreffor's  awful  doom, 

5  His  honours  perifh  in  the  dull,    - 

And  pomp  and  beauty,  birth  and  blood  : 
That  glorious  day  exalts  the  juft 
To  full  dominion  o'er  the  proud. 

6  My  faviour  fhall  my  life  reftore, 

And  raife  me  from  my  dark  abode  ; 
My  fleih  and  foul  fnall  part  no  more, 
But  dwell  forever  near  my  god. 

PSALM  50.    ver.    i5— -6- .  Firft  Part. 
Common  Metre. 

The  laft  judgment :   or,  The  faints  Rewarded. 

T'HELord,the  judge,  before  his  throne 
Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh, 
The  nations  near  the  rifmg  fun, 
And  near  the  weftern  iky, 


*oo  PSALM      L. 

2  No  more  fhall  bold  blafphemers  fay, 

Judgment  mail  ne'er  begin  : 
No  more  abufe  his  long  delay- 
To  impudence  and  fin. 

3  Thron'd  on  a  cloud  our  God  fhall  come. 

Bright  flames  prepare  his  way, 
Thunder  and  darknefs,  fire  and  itorm 
Lead  oh  the  dreadful  day. 

4  Heav'n  from  above  his  call  fhall  hear, 

Attending  angels  come, 
And  eartn  an^jiell  fhall  know,  and  fear 
His  jufHce  and  their  doom. 

5  '*  But  gather  all  my  faints  (he  cries) 

"  PFJiat  made  their  peace  with  God, 
"  By  the  Redeemer's  facrifce, 
"  And  feal'd  it  with  his  Mood. 

6  "  Their  faith  and  works,  brought  forth  to 

"  Shan  make  the  world  confefs    [light, 
".*  My  fentence  of  reward  is  right, 
"  And  heav'n  adore  my  grace. 

PSALM   50.     Ver.   10,  11,  14,  15,  2$. 

Second  part.     Common  Metre. 
edience  is  heiierihan  Sacrifice. 
HUo  iai.h  the  Lord,  "  '1  he  fpacious 
field:, 
"  And  flocks  and  re  mine  ; 

O'er  all  the  eattle  of  the  hills 
"  I  claim  a  right  divine. 

!  aik  nofheep  for  fac  : 

or  buiiocks  burnt  with  ;^re  ; 
To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praitg, 
"  Is  ail  that  I  require. 

Invoke  my  name  when  trouble 
"  My  band  ihal!  let  thee  free  : 


PSALM        L.  joi 

il  Then  fhall  my  thankful  lips  declare 
"  The  honor  due  to  me. 

"  The  man  that  offers  humble  praife, 

"  Declares  my  glory  belt.  : 
C(  And  thofe  that  tread  my  holy  ways 

"  Shall  my  falvatiou  tafte. 

3SALM  50.  ver.  1,  5,8,  16,21,  22.  Third 

Part.  Common  Metre. 

The  Judgment  of  hypocrites 

1  f  T  THEN  Chrift  to  judgment  (hall  de- 

W  fcend, 

And  faints  furround  their  Lord, 
He  calls  the  nations  to  attend, 
And  hear  his  awful  word. 

2  "  Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  (lain 

t(  Will  I  the  world  reprove  ; 
"  Altars,  and  rites,  and  forms,  are  vain 
"  Without  the  fire  of  love 

3  "   And  what  have  hypocrites  to.  do 

"  To  bring  their  facrifice  ? 
"  They  call  my  ftatutes  juft  and  true, 
"  But  deal  in  theft  and  lies. 
4<f   Could  you  expect,  to 'fcape  my  fight,  . 
"  And  fm  without  controul  ? 
"  But  I  Shall  bring  your    crimes  tolight 
"  With  anguifh  in  your  foul." 

5   Confider,  ye  that  flight  the  Lord, 
Before  his  wrath  appear  ; 
If  once  you  fall  beneath  his  fword, 
There's  no  deliv'rer  there. 

P  S  A  L  M     50.     Long  Metre. 

Hypocrijj  Expofed. 
1   '"TTVHE  Lo/d,thejudge  ,his  churcheswa.r. 
JL     Let  hypocrites  attend  and  fear, 
F  2 


102  PS  A  L  M      L. 

Who  place  their  hope  in  rites  and  forms, 
But  make  not  faith  nor  love  their  care. 

Vile  wretches   dare  rehearfe  his  name 
With  lips  of  falfehood  and  deceit ; 
A  friend  or  brother  they  defame, 
Andfoothe  and  flatter  thofe  they  hate. 

3  They  watch  to  do  their  neighbours  wrong, 
Yet  dare  to  leek  their  maker's  face  ; 
They  take  his  covenant  on  their  tongue, 
But  break  his  laws,  abufe  his  grace. 

\  To  heav'n  they  lift  their  hand?  unclean, 
Benl'd  with  luft,  deftl'd  with  blood  ; 
By  night  they  pra&ife  ev'ry  fin, 
By  day  tiieir  mouths  draw  near  to  God. 

5  And  while  his  judgments  long  delay, 

They  grow  fecure  and  fill  the  more  ; 
v  chink  he  ileeps  as  well  as  they, 
And  put  far  off  the  dreadful  day. 

6  O  dreadful  hour  !  when  God  draws  near, 

And  lets  their  crimes  before  their  eyes  ! 
Ilio  wrath  their  guilty  fouls  mall  tear, 
And  no  deliverer  dare  to  riie. 

F  S  A  L  M     50.     To  a  new-  Tune. 

The  loft  tfyfymnt\ 

•  ^"TT^HE  Lord  the  for-' reign  fends  his  fum- 

J[  monsf,.' 

Calls  the  fouth  nations,  an'.1  awakes  the  north  ; 
From  eaii  to  weft  the  .founding  orders  fpread 
Thro  diftant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead; 
No  more  mall  atheiib  in  ng  delay  ; 

Kis  veng'ance  ileeps  no  it 
-Behold  the  judge  defcends.hi:  Fpigh 

Tempeft  and  fire  attend  him  d  -v  aijte 
Heav'n,  earth  and  hell,  let  all 

things  come 


IPSAL  M     L.  :c3 

mt  gathernrft  my  faints,  the  judge  commands 
. >ring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  diftant  lands . 
j  Behold  my  cov'nant  flands  for  ever  good, 
Seal'd  by  the  eternal  facrifxe  in  blood, 
And  iign'd  with  all  their  names,  the  Greek 

[the  jew, 
That  paid  the  ancient  worfliip  or  the  new. 
There's  no  diltinction  here,  prepare  their 

[  thrones, 
And  near  me  feat  my  fav'rites  and  my  fons, 
4 1,  their  almighty  Saviour  and  their  God, 
I  am  their  judge ;  Ye  heav'ns  proclaim  abroad 
My  juffc  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 
Thofe  awful  truths,  that  firiners  dread  to  hear  jj 
Sinners  in  Sion,  tremble  and  retire  ; 
I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 

5  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  of  bullocks  flain 
Do  I  condemn  thee ;  bulls  and  goats  "are  vT.in^ 
Without  the  flames  of  love  ;  in  vain  the  More, 

Of  brutal  ofPrings  that  were  mine  before  : 
Mine  are  the  tamer  beafts  and  {3 .vsge  breed, 
Flocks  herds  and  fields,  and  foreits    where 

[they  f'zed. 

6  If  I  were  hungry,  would  Iafk  thee  food  ? 
Whendidlthirft,  or  tafte  the  victims  blood  ? 
Can  I  be  natter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
Thy  folmn  chatt'rings  and  fantaitic  vows  ? 
Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  rellments  to  behold. 
Glaring  in  gems  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 

yUnthm:.:  trig  wretch  I  how  could'it  thcu  hope  tc 

AGod,  a  ipirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  tlieie?  [pleafe 

Wiiil;  \vith  my  grace  and  ftatutes  on  thy 

[tongue., 
Thou  lov'irdeceit,  and  doft  thy  brother  wrong; 
In  vain  to  ^ious  forms  thy  zeal-pretends, 
Thieves  and  adulterers  are-.:hy  chofen  friends, 


io4  PSALM        L. 

£  Silent  I  waited  with  lon^  fuff'rirg  love, 

But  didft  thou  hope  that  1  fhould  ne'er  reprove  ? 
And  cherifh  fuch  an  impious  thought  within, 
That  Gor1  the  righteou-.  would  indulge  thy  i'«n  ? 
Behold  my  terrors  now  ;  my  thunders  roll, 
And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul. 

9  Sinners,  awa\e  betires;  ye   focls,  be  wife; 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife  ;[amend, 
Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  finful  works 
Fly  to  the  Saviou  -  make  the  Judge    your  friend  } 
Left  like  a  lion  his  laft  veng\nce  tear 
Your  trembling  fouls,  and  no  del  v'rer  near. 

PSALM 50.  To  the  old  proper  Tune. 

The  laji  Judgment. 

"irT~,HE  God  of  glory  fends  his  fumir.ons  forth, 

JL  Calls  the  fouth  nations  and  awakes  the  nortk  ; 

Fro-n  eait  to  weft  the  fov'reign   orders  fpread, 

Th'o'  diRmt  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead. 

Tkt  trumpet  founds,  hell  trembles,  heav'nrejoi  es  ; 

Lift  up  you  r   /leads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices. 

2  *»o  more  fhall  athei  ftsmock  his  long  delay  ; 
His  veng'ance  fleeps  no  more  :  behold  the  day  ; 
Behold  the  Judge  defcends  ;  his  guards  are  nigh  : 
Temptfls  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  fky. 

When  God  appears,  all  nature 'fhall  adore  him  ; 

While  fiunzrs  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

v'u.  earth, and  hell,  drawnear :  let  all  things 

•  To  bear  ay  ju'lice  and  the  finnersduom  ;[corac 

"  Hut  gather  hVft  my  Paints,  the  Judge  commands, 

igtherry,  ye  angels,  f.-om  their  difiant  lands. 

thrift  returns,  wake  every  cheerful  patfion  ; 

■:  fanus,  he  comes  for  yonr  fa\  ration. 

ray,  cov'nant  (lands  for    ever  g> 
eternal  Sacrifice  m  V'b  d, 


P  S  A  L  M    L.  «         105 

««  A  nd  fign'd  with  all  their  names  ;  the  Grcdk,  the; 
**  That  paid  the  ancient  worship  or  the  new:"[Jew' 

There*  s  no  diJiinSlioit  here:  join  all  your  voices, 
And  raife  your  heads ,  ye  faints  ,f or  hea^n  rejoices. 

5  ««  Here  (faith  the    Lord)  ye  angels   fpread  their 

thrones, 
"  And  near  me  feat  my  fay'rites  and  my  ions, 
"  Come,  my  redeemM.  pqllefs  the  joys  prepar'd 
«'  Ere  time  began,  'tis  your  divine  teward 
When.  Chrifl  returns ,<wake  every  cheerful p  aft  en  : 
Andjhout,  yefaints,  he  comes  for your faluatic-u 

P  a   u   s   e  the  Firft. 

6  *'  I  am  the  Saviour,  I  th'  Almighty  God, 

"  The  fov'reign  Judge:  yeheav'ns  proclaim  abroad 
'*  My  juft  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 
*'  Thofe  awful  truths,  that  finners  dread  to  h'ar," 
When  God  appears,  all  nature  fhall  adore  him, 
While  finners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

7  "Stand  forth, thoufcold  blafphemer,and  profane-, 
"  Now  feel  my  wrath,  nor   call  my  ihreaturngs 

<f  Thou  hypocrite  once  dreft  in  faints  attire,  [vain: 
"I  doom  thee,  painted  hypocrite,  to  fire. 

Judgment  proceeds ,  hell  trembles,  heanfn  rsjeir?:  : 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  <vjiib  cheerful '  -jc-ces  . 

8  <e  Not  for  the  want  of  goats,  or  bullocks  fiain 
"Do  I  condemn  thee  ;  bulls  and  goats  are  vain 

tl  Without  the  flames  of  love  :  in  vain  thtfto;t 
*'  Of  brutal  off' ring*,  that  were  mine  before. 

Earth  is  the  lord's,  all  nature  fhall  aacre  hnn  ; 

While  finners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

9  "  If  I  were  hungry,  wonld  1  ask  thee  food  ? 

'*  When  did  I  thirft,  or  drink  thy  bullock's  blood? 
'••  Mine  are  the  tamer  beafts  and  favage  breed, 


io6  P  S  A  L  M      L. 

"Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  for  efts  where  they 
feed, 
All  is  the  LorcTs,  he  rules  the  wide  creation  : 
Gives  fmners  vengeance,  and  the  faints  jalvaticn. 

i.o"  Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows  ; 
««  Thy  folemn  chatt'rings  and  fantaitic  vows  ? 
"  Are  mv  eves  charm'd  thy  veftrnents  to  behold, 
ft  Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold? 
Cod  is  the  Judge  of  hearts,  no  fair  difguifes 
Caufcreen  the  guilty,  when  his  vengeance  rifes. 

Pause     the  Second. 

ii c<  Unthinking  wretch  !  how  could'ft  thou  hope 
to  pleafe 
«v  A  Goi,  a  fpirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ? 
*'  While  with  my  grace  and  ftatute*s  on  thy  tongue 
*'  Thon  lov'ft  deceit, and  doft  thy  brother  wrong." 
Judgment  proceeds^  hell  trembles,  heav'n  rejoices. 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices. 

t%  "  In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends  ; 
"  Thieves  and  aduit'rers  are  thy  chofen  friends : 
"While  the  falfe  flatt'rer  at  mine  altar  waits, 
«'  His  haroen'd  foul  divine  inuru&ion   hates." 
God  is  the  Judge  of  hearts,  no  fair  dtfguifes 
Can  fcrecr.  the  guilty,  when  his  vengeance  r  if es. 

I  3  "  Silent  I  waited  with  long-fnff'ring  love  ; 
*'«  3V.it  did  ft  thou  hope  that  1  should  ne'er  reprove? 
"  And  chei-ish  fuch  an  impious  thought  within, 
<*  Th.Vi  che  AlUHbly  would  indulge  thy  fin  ?" 

See  Ccd  appears,  ail  nations  join  t'adsre  him  : 
Mi  proceeds,  and fmners  fall  btj ore  him. 

'hold  my  terrors  now;  my  thunders  roll, 
"  And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  fcul  ; 
.  *«  Now  like  a  lion  shall  mv  Vengeance  tea* 
"Thy  bleeding  hear.,  an. I  rifci 
ment  concludes,  hell  ircmblts-% 
If  tup  your  heals,  ycJa'uLs,  withekt^ 


PSALM      LI  107 

Epiphonsma 

'  Sinners,  awake  betimes:  ye  fools,  be  wife  ; 

A. wake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife  : 

[works  amend: 

['•'  Change  your  vain  thoughts,    your   iinful 

<  Fly  to  the   Saviour,  make    the  judge    yor 

Friend." 
Then  join  the  faints,  wake  e^fry  cheerful  pajjion  / 
When  Cbrijl  returns,  he  comes  for  your  fal-vation* 

|PJS  A  L  M  51  .     Firft  Part.      Long    Metre. 

A  Penitent   Pleading  for  pardon. 
iQHEW  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord  forgive, 

O  Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  ; 

fcAre  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 

.  May  not  a  firmer  trufl  in  thee  ? 

2'My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  furpaf; 
The  pow'r  and  glory  of  thy  grace  ; 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound. 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

'3  Oh  walh  my  foul  from  ev'ry  firi, 

And  make  my  guilty  coufcience  clean  ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies,. 
And  pail  oifences  pain  mine  eyes, 

4  My  lips  with  fhame  my  fins  confefs 
'*  Againll  thy  law,  againil  thy  grace  ; 

%  Lord,  fiiouid  thy  judgment  grow  ievere, 
I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  iudden  veng'ance  feize  my  breath, 

I  mull  pronounce  thee  jail  in  death  : 
And  if  my  foul  were  {&nt  to  hell, 
Th-  us  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  fave  a  trembling  {inner,  Lord, 
Whofehope,  ftill  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  onfome  fweet  promife  there, 
Some  fure  fupport  againlt  defbair. 


io8  PSALM     LJ. 

PSALM  51.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Original  and  Aflual  Sin  Confejfed. 

1  T    ORD,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  fin, 
1   j  And  born  unholy  and  unclean  ; 

Spring  from  the  man  whofe  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 

2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
The  feeds  of  fin  grow  up  for  death  : 
The  law  demands  a  perfecl  heart  ; 
Bnt  we're  defiled  in  every  part. 

3  [Great  God,  create  my  heart  a  new> 

And  form  my  fpirit  pure  and  true  ; 
Oh  make  me  wife  betimes  to  fpy 
My  danger  and  my  remedy.] 

4.  Behold  I  fall  before  thy  face  ; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  ; 
No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean  ; 
The  leprofy  lies  deep  within. 

5  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beaft, 

Nov  hyifop  branch,  nor  fprinkling  prierh 
Nor  tanning  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  fea,( 
Can  wafh  the  difmal  itain  away. 

6  jefus,  my  God,  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  pow'r  iulfkient  to  atone  : 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  fnow  ; 
>Jo  Jewifh  types  could  cleanfe  me   fo. 

•  While  guilt  diliurbs  and  breaks  my   peace.. 
Nor  ilcfh  nor  foul  hath  reft  or 'eaic:  : 
Lordi  let  ine  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice, 
make  my  broken  heart  rejoice. 


PSALM     LI.  109 

PSALM  51.  Third  Part.  Long  Met. 

The   Backjlider    rejlored  y  or,   Repentance   and 
Faith  in  the  Blood  ^Christ. 

1  /^\  Thou  that  hear'ft  when  fmners  cry, 
V_J*  Tho'  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 

But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  foul  averfe  to  fin  ; 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  prefence  trom  my  heart. 

J  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 
'Call  out  and  banifn'd  from  thy  fight;  * 
Thine  holy  joys,  my  God,  reltore, 
And  guard  me,  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Tho'  I  have  griev'd  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
Thy  help  and  comfort  ilill  afford  ; 
And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  thresh 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is' all  the  facriiice  I  bring  : 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  defpifs 
A  broken  heart  for  facrifice. 

6  My  foul  lies  humbled  in  the  dull, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  fentence  juft : 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  uive  the  foul  condemn'd  to  die.: 

;each  the  world  thy  ways  ; 
Sirntri  flr5.il  learn  thy  fov'reign  grace  ; 

y  Saviour'';  Wood, 
Axil  1. .-.  j  {hail  praile  a  pard'nmg  God- 


no  ?  S  A  L  M      LI. 

8  O  may  thy  love  inipire  my  tongue  ! 
Salvation  {hall  be  all  my  ibng  : 
And  all  my  pow'rs  mail  join  to  blefs 
The  Lord  my  ftreftgth  and  righteoufhefs. 


PSALM  51.  v.  3—13.  Firft  Part.  C.  M. 
Original  and  actual  Sin  ccnfcjjsd  and  par  dene  d. 

1  Y     ORD,  I  would  fpread  my  fore  qiftreis, 
JL/     And  guilt  before  thine  eyes  ; 
Agiinil  thy  laws,  again!!:  thy  grace, 

How  high  my  crimes  arife  ! 

2  Shouldft  thou  condemn  my  foul  to  hell, 

And  crufti  my  flefli  to  dull, 
Heav'n  would  approve  thy  vengfance  well, 
And  earth  mult  own  it  juft, 

3  I  from  the  ftock  of  Adam  came, 

Unholy  and  unclean  ; 
All  my  original  is  mamc, 
And  all  my  nature  im. 

4  Born  irr  a  world  of  guilt,  I  drew 

Contagion  with  my  breath  ; 
And  as  my  days  advane'd,  I  grew 
A  jufter  prey  for  death. 

5  Cieaafe  me,  O  Lord,  and  cheer  my  foul 

With  thy  forgiving  love  ; 
O  make  my  broken  ipirit  whole, 
And  bid  my  pains  remove, 

6  Let  not  thy  fpirit  e'er  depart. 

Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face  i 
Create  a-new  my  vicioui  he 
And  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 

j  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  kno •.<•  a 
.Before  the  fans  of  men  $ 


PSALM      LII.  in 

Backfliders  {hall  addrefs  thy  throne, 
And  turn  to  God  again. 

PSALM  51.  v.  14 — 17. 2d  Part.  Com.  Met. 
Repentance  and  Faith  in  the  Blood  cf  C  k  p.  1  s  t  , 

1  S~*\  GOD  cf  mercy,  hear  my  call, 
\J     My  loads  of  guilt  remove, 
Break  down  this  fcparating  wall 

That  bars  me  from  thy  love. 

2  Give  me  the  prefence  of  thy  grace, 

Then  my  rejoicingp tongue 
Shall  (peak  aloud  thy  rightepufnefs, 
And  make  thy  praife  my  fdeg. 

3  No  blood  of  goats  nor  heifer  ftain 

For  iin  ccuid  e;er  atone :. 
The  death  of  Chrift  mail  flill  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  foul  opprefl  with  fin's  defert 

My  God  will  ne'er  defpiie  ; 
An  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart 
Is  our  beft  facriike. 


PSALM    52.     Common  j8b&& 
The  Difeff  ointment  cf  the  i-Vicied. 
JriY  fhculd  the  mighty  make  tfc 
And  heavenly  grace  de?p:;c:r  -bo- 
In  their  own  arm  they  put  their  trttifc, 
And  £11  their  mouths  with  lies. 

B.;*  £fod  in  vengeance  lhall  defiroy, 
a-  :i  .l;v;-r  them  from  hit  face  ; 

(feaS'thef  hischaiti  annoy, 
3i   jarth.  a  place. 

olive  grove, 
I::»<.  d  in  ii&sor&l  green, 


112  PSALM        LII. 

Thy  children,  blooming  in  thy  love, 
Amiait  thy  courts  are  feen, 

4  On  thine  eternal  grace,     O  Lord, 
Thy  faints  (hall  rert  fecure, 
And  all  who  truft  thy  holy  word, 
Shall  find  falvation  fure. 

PSALM  52.    Long  Metre. 
The  folly  of  Self-dependance . 

1  "\KT^^  Should  t"e  haughty   hero  boait, 

W  His  vengefal  arm,  his  warlike  holt? 
While  blood  deiiles  his  cruel  hand, 
And  defoiation  waftes  the  land. 

2  He  joys  to  hear  the  Captive's  cry, 

The  widow's  groan,  the  orphans's  figh  : 
And  when  the  weary'd  fword  would  fpare, 
His  faiiehood  fpreads  the  fatal  fnare. 

3  Ke  triumphs  in  the  deeds  of  wrong, 
And  arms  -with  rage  his  impious  tongue  ; 
With  pride  proclaims  his  dreadful  povv'r, 
And  bids  the   trembling  world  adore, 

4  But  God  beholds,  and  with  a  frown, 
Caits  to  the  dull  his  honours  down  ; 
The  righteous  freed,  their  hopes  recal, 
And  hail  the  proud  opprefTors  fall. 

5  How  low  the  infulting  tyrant  lies, 
Who  dar'd  the  eternal  Pow'r  difpife  ; 
And  vainly  deem'd  with  envious  joy, 
His  arm  almighty  to  deitroy. 

6  Wepraife  the  Lord,  who  heard  our  criei, 
And  fent  falvation  from  the  ikies  ; 

The  faints,  who  faw  our  mournful  day:, 
ShalljVin  our  grateful  fongs  of  p^atfe, 


PSALM    LIV.  H3 

PSALM  53.     4-- 6.  Common  Metre. 

Vi Story  and deliverance  from  Perfecuticn, 

1  A   RE  all  the  foes  of  Sion  fools, 
■jfTL  Who  thus  deftroy  her  faints  ? 
Do  they  not  know  her   Saviour  rules, 

And  pities  her  complaints  r 

2  They  mall  be  feiz'd  with  fed  furprife  : 

For  God's  avenging  arm 
Shall  cruih  the  hand  that  dares  arife, 
To  do  his  children  harm. 

3  In  vain  the  fons  of  Satan  boarl 

Or  armies  in  array  ; 
When  God  has  firft  defpis'd  their  holts., 
They  fall  an  eafy  prey. 

4  Oh  for  a  word  from  Sion's  King, 

Her  captives  to  refcore  ! 
Thy  joyful  faints  thy  praife  mail  fmg, 
And  Ifrael  weep  no  more. 

PSALM   54.   Common  Metre, 

1  XJ  EHOLD  us  Lord  and  let  our  cry 
JLJ  Before  thy  throne  afcend, 

Call:  thou  on  us  a  pitying  eye, 
And  Hill  our  lives  defend. 

2  For  flaught'ring  foes  infult  us  round, 

Opprellive  oroad  and  vain, 
They  cat  thy  temples  to  the  ground, 
And  all  oar  rites  prophage. 

3  Yet  thy  forgiving  grace  we  trail, 

And  in  thy  pow'r  rejoice  ; 
T/.irte  arm  ihali  cruHi  oar  fbes  to  dull, 
Thy  praife  iafpires  our  voice. 

4  Be  iofe  whofe  frbndly  «and 

Upheld  us  in  diiirefs. 


ii4  P  S  A  L  M      LV. 

Extend  thy  truth  thro'  ev'ry  land, 
And  ftill  thy  people  blefs. 

PSALM  55.  v.  1— -8, 16, 17, 18, 22.  CM. 

Support  for  the  AJJiicled  and  Tempted  Soul. 
i   ^\  GOD,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries, 
%*J     Behold  my  Mowing  tears, 
For  earth  and  heil  my  hurtdevife, 
And  triumph  in  my  fears. 

z  Their  rage  is  levei'd  at  my  life, 
My  foai  with  guilt  they  load. 
And  till  my  thoughts  with  inward  ftrifc 
To  lhake  my  hope  in  God. 

3  What  inward  pains  my  heart-firings  wound, 

I  groan  with  ev'ry  breath ; 
Horror  and  fear  befet  me  round 
Amongit  the  {hades  of  death. 

4  Oh.  were  Hike  a  feather'd  dovei 

And  innocence  had  wings, 
I'd  fly,  and  make  a  long  remove 
From  all  thefe  reitiefs  things. 

5  Lzt  me  to  fome  wild  defart  go, 
'     And  find  a  peaceful  home, 

*  Vile  re  ilorms  of  malice  never  blow, 
Temptations  never  come. 

6  Vain  hopes,  and  vara  inventions  nil 

Tg  'icape  eh^rage  of  hell ! 

;hty  God,  on  whom  I  call, 
Can  iave  me  here  as  well. 

Pause. 

7  By  moraing  light  I'll  ieek  his  face, 

At  noon  repeat mycry. 
The  night  ihail  hear  me  alk  his  grare, 
Nor  will  he  long  deny. 


PSALM      LV.  .    115 

God  mall  prefer ve  my  fcul  from  fear, 

Or  ihield  me  when  afraid  : 
Ten  thoaiand  angels  mufc  appear 

It  he  command  their  aid. 

g  I  caft  my  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
The  Lord  fuftains'  them  all : 
My  courage  refcs  upon  his  word, 
That  faints  fhall  never  fall. 

10  My  highefl  hopes  mail  not  be  vain. 
My  lips  fhall  fpread  his  praife  ; 
While  cruel  and  deceitful  men, 
Scarce  live  out  half  their  days. 

PSALM  55.  v.  15, 16,17,19,22.  S.  Met 

1  T    ET  finners  take  their  courie, 

I  j  And  chufe  the  road  to  death ; 
But  in  the  worfhip  of  my  God 
I'll  fpend  my  daily  breath. 

2  My  thoughts  addrefs  his  throne,, 
When  morning  brings  the  light ; 

I  feekhis  bleiling  ev'ry  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 
O  my  eternal  God, 

While  tinners  perifh  in  fiirprife 
Beneath  thine  angry  rocl. 

4  Becaufe  they  dwell  at  eafe,- 
And  no  fad  changes  feel, 

They  neither  fear,  nor  truft  thy  jhaifie* 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

5  Bat  I  with  all  my  cares- 
Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  : 

i'li  cail  my  burdens  on  his  amr, 
And  reft  upon  his  vrord. 


116  P  S  A'L  M        LVI. 

6  His  arm  mail  well  fuilain 
The  children  of  his  love  : 
The  ground  on  which  their  fafety  Hands, 
No  earthly  pow'r  can  move. 

PSALM     56.     Common  Metre. 

"Deliverance  from  OppreJJion  and  Faljhood  ;  or, 
GGD's  Care  of  bis  People,  in  Anpxerto  Faith 
and  Prayer. 

Thou,  whofe  juftice  reigns  on  high, 
And  makes  th'  oppreffor  ceafe, 
Behold  how  envious  Tinners  try 

To  vex  and  break  my  peace. 
The  Cons  of  violence  and  lies 

Join  to  devour  me,  Lord: 
But  as  my  hourly  dangers  rife, 

My  refuge  is  thy  word. 
In  God  moll  holy,  juft,  and  true, 

I  have  repos'd  my  trull  : 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  flelli  can  do, 

The  offspring  of  the  duM. 
They  wreft  my  words  to  mifchief  ftill, 

Charge  me  with  unknown  faults  : 
For  mifchiejfs  all  their  counfels  nil, 

And  malice  all  their  thoughts. 
Shall  they  efcape  without  thy  frown? 

Muft  their  devifcs  ftahd  ? 
Oh  call  the  haughty  fmner  down, 

And  let  him  know  thy  hand  ! 
Pa    use. 
God  fees  the  for:-  ows  of  his  faints, 

Their  groan  ,  \n  ears  ? 

Thy  mercy  counts  my  juft  complaints. 

And  numbers  all  my  tears. 
When  to  thy  v  11  one  I  raiie  my  »: 

The  wicked  fear  and  .flee  ; 


PSALM    LVII.  117 

So  fwift  is  prayer  to  reach  the  iky, 
So  near  is  God  to  me. 

8  In  thee,  moil  holy,  juft,  and  true, 

I  have  repos'ci  my  trull  ; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  man  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  duil, 

9  Thy  folemn  vows  are  on  me.  Lord, 

Thou  ihalt  receive  my  praiie  ; 
I'll  fing,  (f  how  faithful  is  thy  word  ! 
"  How  Righteous  all  thy  ways  W 

10  Thou  hail  fecur'd  my  foul  from  death, 

Oh  fet  thy  pris'ner  free, 
That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath 
May  be  empioy'd  for  thee. 

PSALM  57.     Long  Metre. 

Praifefcr  protection  j  Grace  and  truth. 

iTIy/TY  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings 

J.VxGfbcundlefs  love  and  grace  unknown. 

Hide  me  beneath  thy  fpreading  v.  mgs, 

Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown.0 

2  Up  to  the  heav'ns  I  fend  my  cry, 

The  Lord  will  my  deiires  perform  ; 
Ke  fends  his  angles  from  the  iky, 

Andfaves  me  from  the  threatening  itorm, 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heav:ns,  where  angels  dwell ; 
Ti.-j  pow'r  or  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  w  cinders  tell. 

5  My  heart  is  £x5d  ;  my  iop^  mail  raiie 
Immortal  Honoars  to  thy  name : 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  found  his  praile, 
My  tongue  the  g^ory  of  my  frame. 
G  2 


u8  PSALM      LVIII. 

5  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 

And  reaches  to  the  utmoft.  iky  : 
His  truth  to  endlefs  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  difiblve  and  die. 

6  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns,  where  angels  dwell : 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

PS  ALM  58.     As  the  113th  Pfalm. 

Warning  to  Magi/i  rates. 

1  TUDGE8,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws, 
J    Will  ye  defpife  the  righteous  caufe 

When  vile  oppreiuon  wailes  the  land  ? 
Dare  ye  condemn  the  righteous  poor, 
And  let  rich  fmners  'fcape  fecure,    [hand? 

While  gold   and   greatnefs  bribe  your 

2  Hive  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew 
That  God  will  judge  the  judges  too! 

High  in  the  heavens  his  jmrice  reigns. 
Yet  you  invade  the  rights  of  God; 
.    And  fend  your  bold  decrees  abroad, 

To  bind  the  confcience  in  your  chains. 

3  A  poilbn'd  arrow  is  your  tongue, 
The  arrow  iharp,  the  poifon  itrong, 

And  death  attends  where'er  it  wounds  ; 
You  hear  no  counfels,  cries  or  tears  : 
So  the  deaf  adder  flops  her  ears ! 

Agamrl  the  pow'r  of  charming  founds, 
4.  Breakout  their  teeth,  eternal  God, 
Thofe  teeth  of  lions  dy'd  in  blood. ; 

And  crufh  the  ferpents  in  the  duifc : 
As  empty  chaff,  when  whiriwiads  rife, 
Before  the  fweeping  tempeft  flic*, 

So  let  their  hopes  and  aames;bys4o& 


P  S  A  L  M    LIX.  119 

|>   TV  Almighty  thunders  from  the  iky, 
Their  grandeur  melts,  their  titles  die, 

As  hills  of  fnow  diiTolve  and  run  ; 
Or  mails  that  perifh  in  their  ilime, 
Or  births  that  come  before  their  time, 
Vain  births  that  never  fee  the  fun. 

6  Thus  fhall  the  veng'ance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  joy  to  faints  afford  ; 

And  all  that  h?ar  ihall  join  and  fay, 
«  Sure  there's  a  God  that  rules  on  high, 
"  A  God  that  hears  his  children  cry, 

"  And  will  their  fufte rings  well  repay.'l 

P  S  A  L  M    59.    Short  Metre. 
Prayer  for  national  Detiverzncz. 

1  l^ROM  foes  that  round  us  rifej, 
F    O  God  of  Heav'n  defend. 

Who  brave  the  veng'ance  of  the  fkiqfe 
And  with  thy  faints  contend. 

2  Behold  from  di&ant  fhbres, 
And  defert  wilds  they  come-, 

Combine  for  blood  their  barb'rcus  f: 
And  thro'  thy  cities  roam. 

3  Beneath  the  filent  made 
Their  fecret  plots  tkby  lay, 

Our  peaceful  walls  by  night  invade, 
And  waile  the  fields  by  dzy. 

4  And  will  the  God  of  grace, 

irdlefs  of  our  pain, 
Permit,  fecure,  that  impious  race, 
To  riot  in  their  reign  ? 

5  In  vain  their  fecrei  guile  " 
Or  open  fcrce  they  greys  1 


i2o  PSALM       LX. 

His  eye  can  pierce  the  deepeft  veil, 
His  hand  their  ilrength  remove. 

6  Yet  fave  them,  Lord,  from  death, 

Left  we  forget  their  doom  : 
But  drive  them,  with  thine  angry  breath, 
Through  diiiant  lands  to  roam. 

7  Then  fhall  our  grateful  voice 

Proclaim  your  guardian  God: 
The  natious  round  the  earth  rejoice, 
And  found  thy  praife  abroad. 

PSALM  60     Common  Metre. 

Looking  to  God  in  the  dijirefs  oftvar. 
1 T    ORD,  thou  haft  fcourg'd  our  guilty  land, 
JL^  Behold  the  people  mourn  ; 
Shall  vengance  ever  guide  thy  hand 
And  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 

2  Beneath  the  terrors  of  thine  eye 

Earth's  haughty  towers  decay  ; 
Thy  frowning  mantle  fpreads  the  fky 
And  mortals  melt  away. 

3  Our  Zion  trembles  at  thy  firoke, 

And  dreads  thy  lifted  hand  ! 
Oh,  heal  the  people  thou  hail  hroks, 
And  fave  the  (inking  land. 

4  Exalt  thy  banner  in  the  field, 

Forthofe  that  fear  thy  name  ; 
From  barb'rous  holts  our  nation  fnield* 
And  put  our  foes  to  (name. 

5  Attend  our  armies  to  the  fight, 

And  be  their  guardian  God  ; 
In  vain  fhall  namercus  powers  ilfcite 
Againfl  thy  Uf;cd  roa. 


PSALM    LXII.  m 

6  Our  troops,  beneath  thy  guideing  hand, 
Shall  gain  a  glad  renown  : 
*Tis  God  who  makes  the  feeble  {land, 
And  treads  the  mighty  down. 

PSALM    61.  Ver.    i,   6.   Short  Metre. 

Safety  in  God. 
I  *f  T  7HEN  overwheim'd  with  grief 
VV     My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Helplefs,  and  far  from  all  relief, 
To  heav'n  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

1  Oh  lead  me  to  the  rock 

That's  high  above  my  head, 
And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  ihelter  and  my  made. 

3  Within  thvprefence,  Lord, 

Forever  I'll  abide  J 

Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defence, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  givefr  me  the  lot 

Of  thofe  that  fear  thy  name  :     - 
W  endlefs  life  be  their  reward, 
I  mail  poiTefs  the  fame. 

PSALM  62.    Ver.  5,   12.   Long  Metre. 

I\o  Truft  in  the  Creatures  ;  or,  Faith  iu   divine 
Grace  and  Po~ver. 
y  fpirit  looks  to  God  alone  : 
My  rock  and  refuge  is  his  throne  : 
in  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  ftraits, 
My  foul  on  his   falvation  waits: 

Trur>  him,,  ye  faints,  in  ail  your  ways, 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face  ; 
When  helpers  fail,  and  foes.  invade* 
He  is  our  ail  fuilicient  aid. 


122  PSALM      LXIIL 

3  Falfe  are  the  men  of  high  degree, 
The  bafer  fort  are  vanity  : 

Laid  in  the  balance  both  appear 
Light  as  a  puff  of  empty  air. 

4  Make  not  increafing  gold  your  truft, 
Nor  fet  your  hearts  on  glitt'ring  dull : 
Why  will  you  grafp  the  fleeting  fmoak, 
And  not  believe  what  God  has  fpoke. 

5  Once  has  his  awful  voice  declar'd, 
Once  and  again  my  ears  have  heard, 
All  pow'r  is  his  eternal  due  : 

He  mult  be  fear'd  and  trufted  too. 

6  For  fov'reign  pow'r  reigns  not  alone, 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne  : 
Thy  grace  and  juftice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  well  divide  our  lait  reward. 

PSALM  63.    ver.  1,2,5,3,4.  Firft  Part. 
Common  Metre. 
l^be  Morning  of  a  Lord's  Day. 
3    T^  ARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
Jt!/  1  hafte  to  feek  thy  face  ; 
My  thirfty  fpirit  faints  away 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims  on  the  fcorching  land 

Beneath  a  burning  fky, 
Long  fjr  a  cooling  itream  at  hand, 
And  they  mult  drink  or  die. 

3  I've  feen  thy  glory  and  thy  pow'r 

Thro'  alJ  thy  temple  ihine  ; 
My  God;  repeat  that  heav'nly  hour, 
That  \  ifom  ib  divine. 

5  Not  all  the  blcfTmgs  hi  a  fraft 
Can  plcafe  my  ioul  fo  \ 


PSALM     LXIII.  12  $ 

I  is  when  thy  richer  grace  I  taile, 
And  in  thy  prefence  dwell. 
>Iot  life  itfelf,  with  all  its  joys, 
Can  my  beft  pailions  move, 
Or  raife  fa  high  my  cheerful  voice, 

As  thy  forgiving  love. 
■Thus  till -my  laft  expiring  day 
I'll  blefs  my  God  and  King  ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
I    And  tune  my  lips  to  fing. 

BALM  63.    Ver.  6—10.  Second  Part. 
Common  Metre. 

Midnight  Thoughts  recdlecied. 
'  V"|~^WAS  in  the  watches  of  the  night 

JL        I  thought  upon  thy  pow'r, 
I  kept  thy  lovely  face  in  fight 

Amidil  the  darker!:  hour. 

My  flefn  lay  selling  on  my  bed, 

My  foul  arofe  on  high  ; 
t(  My  God,  my  life,  my  hope,  I  faid, 

"  Bring  thy  falvation  nigh. 

My  fpirit  labours  up  thine  hill, 

And  climbs  the  heav'nly  road 
But  thy  right  hand  upholds  me  ilill, 


Whi 

le  I 

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God. 

Thy  m 

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a. 

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o'er  my  head 

the 

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of  thy  wings: 

My  Ui 

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thine  aid, 
and  fmgs. 

:SMi  f:   t 
The  tempte 

And  all  ir 

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?ers  of 
I  rage 

.all  tor 
Las  bef 

my  peace 
in  vain  : 

ever  ceafe, 

124  PSALM      LXin. 

5  Bat  the  deftroyers  of  my  peace 

Shall  fret  and  rage  in  vain  ; 
The  tempter  mall  forever  ceafe, 
And  all  my  iins  be  ilain. 

6  Thy  fvvord  mall  give  my  foes  to  death, 

And  fend  them  down  to  dwell 
In  the  dark  caverns  of  the  earth, 
Or  in  the  deeps  of  hell. 

PSALM  63.  Long  Metre. 

Lunging  after  God  ;  or,  The  Love  cf  Qodbettt 
than  Lift. 

1  /""^  Reat  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim 
VJ"  Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  reft 
The  glories  that  compofe  thy  name 

Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  bleiL 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  thoujuft  and  wife 

Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God ; 
And  I  am  thine  by  facred  ties, 

Thy  fon,  thy  fervant,  bought  with  blood 

3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands 

For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look, 
As  travellers  in  thirtly  lands 

Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 

4  With  early  feet  I  love  t'appear 

Among  thy  faints,  and  feek  thy  face, 
Oft'  have  I  feen  thy  glory  there, 

And  felt  thepow'rof  fov'reign  grace. 

5  Nor  fruits  or  wines,  that  tempt  our  taftej 

No  pleafures  that  to  fenfe  belong 
Could  make  me  fo  divinely  blcit. 
Or  raife  fo  high  my  chcarfui 

6  My  life  itfelf  without  thy  k>ve 

No  taite  or  pleaiare  could  a^ord  $ 

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PSALM      LXIII.  125 

*Twould  but  a  tirefome  burden  pro\re, 
If  I  were  banifh'd  from  the  Lord. 

Amidft  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
When  bufy  cares  afflict  my  head, 

One  thought  of  thee  gives  new  delight, 
And  adds  refrefnment  to  my  bed. 

8  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raife  my  voice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praife  ; 
This  work  (hall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  blefs  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

P  S  A  L  M     63.     Short  Metre. 

Seeking  Gad. 

1  T\yTY  God  permit  my  tongue 
.1VJL     This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine  : 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 

To  taile  thy  love  divine. 

2  My  thirfty  fainting  foul 

Thy  mercy  does  implore  : 
-  Not  travellers  in  defert  lands 
Can  pant  for  water  more. 

3  Within  thy  churches.  Lord, 

I  long  to  find  my  place,  • 
Tky  pow'r  and  glory  to  behokl, 
And  feel  thy  quick'ning  grace. 

4  For  life  withctot  thy  Icve 

r  afford  : 


ie  tne 


.. '  iu;  rey  hands,  _ 
life  thee  while  1  live  ; 
ch  dainties  of  a  fcai't 
oleafure  give. 


126  P  S  A  L  M      LXV. 

6  Jn  wakeful  hours  of  night 

I  call  ray  God  to  mind  ; 
I  think  how  wife  thy  counfels  are, 
And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

7  Since  thou  hail  been  my  help, ' 

To  thee  my  fpirit  flies, 
And  on  thy  vatch/ul  providence 
My  cheerfal  hope  relies. 

2  The  ihadowof  thy  wings 
My  foul  in  fafety  keeps  : 
Vll  follow  where  my  father  leads, 
And  he  fupport:;  my  ileps. 

P  S  A  L  M  64.  Long  Metre. 

1  f~^  R.EAT  God,  attend  to  my  complaint, 

\jj  Nor  let  ray  drooping  fpirit  faint ; 
When  foes  in\fecret  fpread  the  {hare, 
Let  my  falvation  be  thy  care. 

2  Shield  me  without,  and  guard  within, 
From  treacherous  foes  and  deadly  fia  ; 
May  envy,  lull  and  pride  depart, 
And  heawnly  grace  expand  my  heart. 

3  Thy  jufiice  and  thy  pow'r  difplay, 
Arid  foatter  far  thy  foes  away  ; 
WJiile  iiiVning  nation^  learn  thy  word, 
And  faints  criumphant  blefs  the  Lord. 

4  Then  (hall  thy  church  exalt  her  voice, 

.  1  ha:  love  thy  name  rejoice  ; 
Ly  faith  appioach  mine  awfai  throne, 
A  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

PSALM  65.  v.  1,5.  Firft  Part.  Long 

Public  Fi:iyri-  n.-zd  Praije. 
\  ^T  .  ue  of  Zion  w  a  ft, 

X    MyGvdjandpraiiebec 


P  S  A  L  M      LXV.  127 

There  mall  thy  faints  thy  glory  fee, 

'    .     And  there :  perform  their  public  vows, 

I  O  thou,  whofe  mercy  bends  the  ikies, 

To  fave  when  humble  fmners  pray, 

All  lands  to  thee  fhall  lift  their  eyes, 

And  ev'ry  yielding  heart  obey. 

3  Againft  my  will,  my  fins  prevail, 

But  grace  fhall  purge  away  the  (lain  ; 
The  blood  of  Chrift  will  never  fail 
To  warn,  my  garments  white  again. 

4  Blefs'd  is  the  man  whom  thou  fhalt'choofe,. 

And  give  him  kind  accefs  to  thee  ; 
Give  him  a  place  within  thy  houie, 
To  taile  thy  love  divinely  free. 

Pause,- 

5  Let  Babel  fear  when  Zion  prays ; 

Babel,  prepare  for  long  diftrefs, 
.    When  Zion's  God  himfeif  arrays 
In  terror  and  in  righteoumels. 

6  With  dreadful  glory  God  fulfils 

What  his  ainicied  faints  requeit; 
And  with  almighty  wrath  reveals 
His  love,  to  give  hi*  'churches  reft. 

7  Then  (hall  the  flocking  nations  run 

To  Zion's  hill,  ana  own  their  Lord  ; 
The  riftng  and  the  letting  fun 

Shall  lee  the  oaviour  s  name  adord. 

PSALM  6  <s,  v.  K — 1  %  2d  Part.  Long-  Met. 

fcvuiM.Pr^vidjnci  in  airy  earth,   and  fed  j  or, 
1  hi  Gd'  oj  [\uture  and  Grace. 

I   *  '$  ^KE  God  of  our  falvation  hears 

JL    The  groans  of  Zion,  mix"  d  with  tears ; 


123  PSALM  LXV. 

Yet  when  he  comes  with  kind  defigns, 
Through  all  the  way  his  terrors  mines. 

2  On  him  the  race  of  man  depends, 
j  Far  as  the  earth's  remotcft  ends, 

Where  the  creator's  name  is  known, 
By  nature's  feeble  light  alone. 

3  Sailors,  that  travel  o'er  the  flood, 
Addrefs  their  frighted  fouls  to  God, 
When  tempers  rage,  and  billows   roar 
At  dreadful  diftance  from  the  fhore. 

4  Ke  bids  the  noify  tempers  ceafe  ; 
He  calms  the  raging  crowd  to  peace, 
When  a  tumultous  nation  raves, 
Wild  as  the  winds,  and  loud  as  waves. 

5  Whole  kingdoms,  fhaken  by  the  Horm, 
He  fettles  in  a  peaceful  form  ; 
Mountains  eftalaifh'd  by  his  hand, 
Firm  on  their  old  foundations  ftand. 

6  Behold,  his  enfigns  fweep  the  fey, 

comets  blaze,  and  light'nin^sfly  ; 
The  heathen  lands,  with  fwift  furprile, 
From  the  bright  horrors  turn  their  eyes. 

Ls  command  the  morning  ray 
;es  in  the  eaft,  and  leads  the  day  ; 
He  guides  the  fun's  declining  wheels 
--r  the  tops  of  weftern  hiils. 

tfon*  and  time:  voice  ; 

The  ev'ning  and  the  morn  rejoice 

fee  the  earth  make  (oh  with  mowers, 
laden  with  fruit,  and  diefs'd  in  Rowers. 

9  'Tis  from  his  -.vat'ry  ftores  on  irigii 
He  gives  the.  thirty  ground 


PSALM     LXV.  izq 

[    He  walks  upon  the  clouds,  and  thence 
Doth  his  enriching  drops  diipenle. 

10  The  defer!  grows  a  ftuitful  field, 
Abundant  fruit  the  vailies  yield  ; 
The  vailies  Incut  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  neighb'ring  hills  repeat  their  joys. 

1 1  The  paftures  fmile  in  green  array, 
There  lambs  and  larger  cattie  play  ; 
The  larger  cattle  and  the  lamb, 

Each  in  his  language  fpeaks  thy  name. 

12  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  pow'r  divine  ; 
O'er  ev?ry  field  thy  glories  mine  ; 
Through  ev'ry  month  thy  gifts   appear  ; 
Great  God,  thy  gocdnefs  crowns  the  year. 

PSALM  65.  Firft  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

A  prayer  hearing  God  /  and  the    Gentiles  called. 

RAISE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee  ; 
There  ihall  our  vows  be  paid  ; 
Then  haft  an  ear  when  fisuers  pray, 
Alifiem  fhalKeek  tjiy  aid. 

Lord,  our  iniquities  prevail, 

But  pardoning  grace  is  thine, 
And  thou'wilt  grant  us  power  and  fkiil 
To  conquer  ev'ry  no, 

Blefs'd  are  the  men  whom  thou  wilt  chufe 
To  bring  them  near  ihy  face, 

Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thine  home, 
To  real!  upon  thy  grace. 

In  anfw'ring  what  thy  cJ 
Thy  truth  and  terror  fhine, 

w< 
Fulfil  thy  kind  deiign 


i3o  PSALM      LXV. 

5  Thus  (hail  the  wond'ring  nations  fee 

The  i^orci  is  good  and  juft  ; 
And  diftant  iilands  fty  to  thee, 
And  make  thy  name  their  truth 

6  They  dread  thy  glitt'ring  tokens,  Lord, 

When  figns  in  heav'n  appear  j 
But  they  mail  learn  thy  holy  word, 
And  love  as  well  as  fear. 

PSALPvI  65.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

The  Providence  of  God  in  Air,  Earthy  and  Sea  ; 
or,    The  Bkjjings  of  Rain. 

1  ''T"'iS   by  thy  ftrength  the   mountains 

JL        God  of  eternal  pow'r  ;        [ftand, 
The  fea  grows  calm  at  thy  commanu, 
And  tempeils  ceafe  to  roar. 

2  Thy  morning  light  and  ev'ning  made 

vSuccefiive  comforts  bring  : 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  narveft  glad, 
Thy  iiow'rs  adorn  the  fpring. 

3  Seafons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hoars, . 

Meav'n,   earth  and  air  are  thine  ; 
When  clouds  diilil  in  fruitful  mow'rs. 
The  author  is  divine. 

4  Thoie  wand'ring  citterns  in  the  fey 

Home  by  the  winds  around, 
Whole  v/at'ry  treasures  v/i-.l  rupply 
The  farrows  of  the  ground. 

5  Th?  thinty  ridges  dr.  fill, 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear  ; 
TL;  wa/s  abound  with  Dief 
Thy  goodr.eis  crcwiw  the  ye 


PSALM     LXVI.  jyi 

PSALM    65.    Third  Fart.  Com.  Metre, 

71:e  Blejjings  of  the  Spring;  or,  God  gives  Rain,. 

A   Pialm  for  the  Hafbandman. 
.1   f^QD  is  the  Lord,  me  heav'nly  King, 
VjT     Wno  makes  the  earth  rus  ca^re  ', 
Vjiits  the  paltures  e^'ry  Spring, 
And  bids  the  grais  appear. 

2  The  clouds,  like  rivers,  rais'd  on  high, 
Pour  out  at  his  command 

Their  wat'ry  bieiTmgs  from  the  iky, 
To  cheer  tne  tliii  fty  Uod. 

3  The  foften'd  riiges  of  the  field 

Permit  the  corn  10  ijpring  ; 

The  valiies  rich  provisions  yield, 

And  the  poor  laborers  fmg. 

4  The  little  hills  on  ev"ry  hde 

Rejoice  at  falling  fhow;'m 
The  meadows,  drels'din  beauteo 
Perfume  theairwicn  how'ro 

5  The  barren  clods,  refrefii'u  witu  ram, 

Promife  a  joyful  crop  ; 
The  parched  grounds  loo':  green  again, 
And  raife  the  reapers'  nope. 

6  The  various  months  thy  goodnel^  c;o ;  •&$* 

How  bounteous  are  thy  ways  ! 
The  bleaup«  (locks  ipread  o'er  the  do-.vivi*. 
And  ihepherds  ihout  thy  praife. 

PG  ALM  66.  FirftPart.  Com.' Metre. 

Q&zgrk  pr    and '    Gc-dnzfs  J     or,     Our 


ins. 

[1  the  nations  to  the  Lord, 


h  1 


.  MM  IIIHH4I 

132  P  3  A  L  M     LXVI. 

With  melody  of  found  record 
His  honours  and  your  joys. 

2  Say  to  the  pow'r  that  form'd  the  Iky, 

"  How  terrible  art  thou  ! 
"  Sinners  before  thy  prefence  fly, 
"  Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow. 

3  [Come  fee  the  wonders  of  our  God, 

How  glorious  are  his  ways  r 

In  Mofes'  hand  he  put  the  rod, 

And  clave  the  frighted  feas. 

4  He  made  the  ebbing  channel  dry, 

.  While  Ifra'l  pafs'd  the  Hood  ;' 
There  did  the  church  begin  their  joy, 
And  triumph  in  their  God.] 

5  He  rules  by  his  refiillefs  might : 

Will  rebel-mortals  dare 
Provoke  t;r  Eternal  to  the  light, 
And  tempt  that  dreadful  war  r 

6  Oh  'inch  our  God,  and  never  ceafe  ; 

Ye  faints,  fa  if  J  hi:  praife  ; 
He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace, 
And  guides  our  doubtful  ways.    » 

7  Lord  thou  haft  prov'd  our  f.ifPring  fouls, 

To  make  oar  graces  Aline  ; 
So  filver  bears  the  burning  coals, 
The  mecaito  re-ine. 

8  Thro'  wai'ry  deep  and  fi'rey  ways 

march  at  thy  comma 
Led  to  poffefs  the1  promifsM  place 
By  thine  une iTiPvr  ;und. 


PSALM      LXVII.  133 

PSALM  66.  v.  13—20.  Second  Part. 

Praife  to  GOD  for  hearing  Prayer. 

1  "P^TQW  fhall  my  folemn  vows/be  paid 
jL\I      To  that  almighty  Pow'r, 
That  heard  the  long  requefis  I  made 

In  my  diftrefsful  hour. 

2  My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 

To  make  his  mercies  known  : 
Come  ye  that  fear  my  God,  and  hear 
The  wonders  he  has  done. 

3  When  on  my  head  huge  forrows  fell, 

I  fought  thy  heav'nly  aid ; 
He  fav'd  my  linking  foul  from  hell, 
And  death's  eternal  made. 

4  If  "fin  lay  coTer'd  in  my  heart 

While  pray'r  employ'd  my  tongue  ; 
The  Lord  had  mown  me  no  regard, 
Nor  I  his  praifes  fung. 

5  But  God  (his  name  be  ever  bleft) 

Has  fet  my  fpirit  free  ; 
Nor  turn'd  from  him  my  poor  requeji, 
Nor  turn'd  his  heart  from  me. 

PSALM  67.     Common  Metre. 

The  nation*  $  profperity,  and  the  Church's  increafs, 

1  QHINE,  mighty  God,  on  Zion  ihine, 
i3     With  beams  of  heav'nly  grace  ; 
Reveal  thy  pow'r  thro'  all  ourcoafU, 

And  Siew  thy  fmiiing  face. 

2  [Arnldit  cur  realm  exalted  high 

Do  ■  hou  oar  glory  Hand, 
And  like  a  wall  of  guardian  fire 
Surround  the  fav'rite  land.] 
H. 


134  P'SALM      LXVII.I. 

3  When  {hall  thy  name  from  more  to  more 

Sound  all  the  earth  abroad  : 
And  diftant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

4  Sing  to  the  -Lord  ye  diitant  lands, 

Sing  Loud  with  foiemn  voice  : 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  exalt  his  praife, 
And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice. 

5  He,  the  great  Lord,  the  fov'reign  Judge, 

Tiiat  fits  enthron'd  above, 
In  wii'dom  rules  the  worlds  he  made, 
And  bids  them  tafle  his  love. 

6  Earth  mall  obey  his  high  command, 

And  yield  a  full  increafe  ; 
Our  God  will  crown  his  chofen  land 
With  fruitfulnefs  and  peace. 

7  God  the  Redeemer  fcatters  round 

Hischoiceft  favours  here, 
While  the  creation's  utmoft  bound 
Shall  fee,  adore,  and  fear. 

PSALM    68.    Ver.    1— 16,  32—25. 
Firft  Part.     Common  Metre. 

The  Vengeance  and  Comfrajfion   of  GOD. 

1  T     ET  God  a  rife  in  all  his  might, 

JL/  And  put  the  troops  of  hell  to  flight; 
As  fmoak  that  fought  to  cloud  the  flues 
Before  the  rifing  tempelt  flies. 

2  [He  comes  array 'd  in  burning  flames ; 
uftice  and  veng'ance  are  his  naflies  : 


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ehold.  his  fainting  foe:  expire 
Like  melting  wax  before  the  Are,] 

Ke  rides  and  thunders  thro'  the  &y ; 
His  name  Jehovah  (bund*  on  high : 


PSALM      LXVlIL  lo- 

sing to  his  name,  ye  Tons  of  grace ; 
Ye  faints  rejoice  before  his  face. 
The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs 
Fly  to  his  aid  in  fharp  diftrefs ; 
In  him  the  poor  and  helplefs  find 
A  judge  that's  juft,  a  Father  kind. 
He  breaks  the  captive's  heavy  chain, 
And  pris'ners  fee  the  light  again; 
But  rebels  that  difpute  his  will, 
Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darknefs  ftill. 

Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong  ; 
Crown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  fong  : 
His  wond'rous  names  and  pow'rs  rehearfe, 
His  honours  mail  enrich  your  verfe. 

7  He  makes  the  heav'ns  with  loud  alarms ; 
How  terrible  is  God  in  arms  ! 

In  Ifra'l  are  his  mercies  known, 
Ifra'l  is  his  peculiar  throne. 

8  Proclaim  him  King,  pronounce  him  bleil ; 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  r'eit  : 
When  terrors  rife,  and  nations  faint, 
God  is  the  Itrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

PSALM  68.   Ver.  17.    18.  Second  Part. 

Long  Metre. 
Christ's  Afcenjion  and  the  Gift  of  the  Spirit. 

1  T    ORD  when  thou  didfh  afcend  on  high, 
JL/  Ten  thoufand  angels  fill'd  che  Iky  ; 
Thofe  heav'nly  guards  around  thee  wait, 
Like  c  >ir.riots  that  attend  thy  itate. 

2  Not  Sin?i's  mountain  could  appear 
Mere  glorious  when  the  Lord  was  there  ; 
While  hepronoune'd  his  dreadful  law, 
And  firuck  the  chofen  tribes  with  awe. 


136  PSALM      LXVIII. 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  povv'rs  of  hell, 
That  thoufand  fouls  had  captive  made, 
Were  all  in  chains  like  captives  led. 

4  Rais?d  by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  fent  his  promis'd  fpirit  down, 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 

PSALM  68.  v.  19,  9,  20,  21,  22.  3d  Part. 

Praife  for   Temporal  BkJJings  ;    or,     Common 
and  fpecial  Mercies. 

1  II/E  blefs  the  Lord,  the  juft,  the  good, 

VV'  Who  fills  our  hearts  with  heav'nly 
Who  pours  his  blefTings  from  the  flues,  [food; 
And  loads  our  days  with  rich  fupplies. 

2  He  fends  his  fun  his  circuit  round, 

To  cheer  the  fruits,  to  warm  the  ground  ; 
He  bids  the  clouds,  with  plenteous  rain, 
Refreih  the  thirfty  earth  again. 

3  'Tis  to  his  care  we  owe  our  breath, 
And  all  our  near  efcapes  from  death  : 
Safety  and  health  to  God  belong  ; 

Ke  heals  tL,  weak,  and  guards  the  ilrong. 

4  He  makes  the  faint  and  finner  prove 
The  common  bleffings  of  his  love  ; 
But  the  wide  difference  that  remains 
Is  endlefs  joy  or  endlefs  pains. 

5  The  Lord,  that  bjnis'4  the  ferpent's  head, 
On  all  the  jferpent-s  leed  {Hall  tread, 

The  ftubborn  finnei's  heart  confound, 
And  fmite  him  with  -4  tailing  wound.. 

6  But  his  right  hand  his  faints  i: 
From  the  deep  earth,  or  deeper  1 


I 

PSAL  M      LX1X.  137 

And  bring  them  to  his  court  above, 
There  {hall  they  tafte  his  fpecial  love, 

PSALM   69.    Ver.    1,  14.     Firft  Part. 
Common  Meire, 

JZhe  Sufferings  of  Christ  for  our   Salvation* 

1  "  QAVE  me,  O  God,  the  fwelling  floods* 

1^  "  Break  in  upon  my  foul : 
"  I  fink  ;  and  forrows  o'er  my  head 
"  Like  mighty  waters  roll. 

2  (<  I  cry  'till  all  my  voice  be  gone, 

"  In  tears  I  wafte  the  day  ; 
f*  My  God,  behold  my  longing  eyes, 
"  And  Ihorten  thy  delay. 

3  "  They  hate  my  foul  without  a  caufe, 

"  And  ftill  their  number  grows  ; 
"  More  than  the  hairs  around  my  head, 
"  And  mighty  are  my  foes. 

j.  «  'Twas  then  I  paid  that  dreadful  debt 
**  That  men  could  never  pay, 
"  And  gave  thofe  honours  to  thy  law 
"  Which  finners  took  away." 

;  Thus,  in  the  great  Memah's  name, 
The  royal  prophet  mourns : 
Thus  he  awakes  our  hearts  to  grief, 
And  gives  us  joy  by  turns. 

1  "  Now  mail  the  faints  rejoice  and  fisd 
(i  Salvation  in  thy  name, 
"  For  I  have  borne  their  heavy  load 
"  Ot  fprrow,  pain,  and  (frame. 

"  Grief,  like  a  garment,  cloth' d  me  rounds 
"  And  fackcloth  was  my  drefs, 

"  While  I  procur'd  for  naked  foul* 
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138  PSALM      LXIX. 

8  "  Amcngft  my  brethren  and  the  Jews 
"  I  like  a  ftranger  Hood, 
"  And  bore  their  vile  reproach  to  bring 
"  The  Gentiles  near  to  God. 

g  "  I  come  in  finful  mortals  Head 
«  To  do  my  Father's  will : 
'*  Yet  when  I  cleans'd  my  Father's  houfe, 
"  They  fcandaliz'd  my  zeal. 

10"  My  fallings  and  my  holy  groans 
"  Were  made  the  drunkard's  Cong; 
"  But  God  from  his  celellial  throne 
"  Heard  my  complaining  tongue. 

II"  He  fav'd  me  from  the  dreadful  deep, 
"  Where  fears  befet  me  round  ; 
ct  He  rais'd  and  fix'd  my  finking  feet 
"  On  well  eltablifli'd  grounds 

1 z  "  'Twas  in  a  moft  accepted  hour, 
•'  My  pray'r  arofe  on  high, 
ee  And  for  my  fake  my  God  mail  hear 
"  The  dying  finner's  cry." 

PSALM  69.    Ver.  14,  21,  26,  29,  32. 

Second  Part.     Common  Metre. 
.     The  PaJJion  and  Ex  alt  alien  of  Christ. 
I    "fc^TOW  let  our  lips  with  holy  fear 
A.^i      And  mournful  pleafure  ling 
The  fufPrings  of  our  great  Hign-Prieft, 
The  forrows  of  our  Kiu£. 

Z  He  finks  in  floods  of  dttp  di&refs ; 
How  high  the  waters  rife  ! 
While  to  his  heav'nly  Father's  ear 
He  fends  perpetual  tries; 

3  "  Hear  me,  O  Lord,  ard  fave  thy  . 
"  Nor  hide  :<•  Faoe  j 


PSA  L  M     LXIX.  139 

fC  Why  fhould  thy  fav'rite  lock  like  one 
"  Forfaken  of  thy  grace  ■ 

I  f<  With  rage  they  perfecute  the  man 
"  That  greans  beneath  thy  wound, 
<f  While  for  a  facrirke  I  pour 
(f  My  life  upon  the  ground. 

"  They  tread  my  honour  to  the  du£, 
"  And  laugh  when  I  complain  ; 

"  Their  fharp  infulting  (landers  add 
fe  Frefh  anguifh  to  my  pain. 

.*'  All  my  reproach  is  known  to  thee, 
tc  The  fcandal  and  the  fhame  ; 

"  Reproach  has  broke  my  bleeding  heart, 
*'  And  lies  dehTd  my  name. 

7  "  I  look'd  for  pity,  but  in  vain  ; 

((  My  kindred  are  my  grief ; 
"  I  afk  my  friends  for  comfort  round, 
' *  But  meet  with  no  relief, 

8  "  With  vinegar  they  mock  my  thirit, 

"  They  give  me  gall  for  food  ; 
.  "  And  fporring  with  my  dying  groans, 
"  They  triumph  in  my  Hood. 

9  "  Shine  into  my  diilreiTed  foul, 

"  Let  thy  compaihon  fave  ; 
"  And  tho'  my  flem  fink  down  to  death 
"  Redeem  it  from  the  grave. 

jo  "  I  fhali  arife  to  praife  thy  name, 
"  Slijjfll  reign  in  worlds  ueknownj 
"  And  thy  laivadon,  G  my  Gc  -•., 
"  Shall  feat  me  on  thy  throne." 


i4o  PSALM      LXIX. 

PSALM  69.    Third  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

Christ's    Obedience  and  Death  j  or,  GOD 

glorified  and  Sinners  fa<ved. 

1  TTVATHER,  I  fing  thy  wond'rous  grace, 
JP      I  blefs  my  Saviour's  name, 

He  bought  falvation  for  the  poor, 
And  bore  the  finners  fhame. 

2  His  deep  diftrefs  has  rais'd  us  high, 

His  duty  and  his  zeal 
Fulfil'd  the  law  which  mortals  broke, 
And  finifh'd  all  thy  will. 

3  His  dying  groans,  his  living  Tongs 

Shall  better  pleaie  my  God 
Than  harp  or  trumpet's  iblemn  found, 
Than  goat's  or  bullock's  blood. 

4  This  mall  his  humble  follow'rs  fee, 

And  fet  their  hearts  at  reft  ; 
They  by  his  death  draw  near  to  thee, 
And  live  for  everbleft. 

5  Let  heav'n  and  all  that  dwell  on  high 

To  God  their  voices  raife, 
While  lands  and  feas  affiit  the  fky, 
And  join  t'  advance  his  praiie. 

6  Zion  is  thine,  moft  holy  God, 

Thy  Son  (hall  blefs  her  gates ; 
And  glory  purchas'd  by  his  blood 
For  thine  own  Ifra'i  wait*. 

P  S  A  L  M   69.  Firft  Part.  Long  Mew, 

Christ's  Pajion,  and  Sinner  s  S  fa 
1    TP^fiE?  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 

\J  The  deeper  iorrows  of  ov:  I  giri: 

Behold  the  rifing  billows  roli. 

To  overwhelm  his  holy  foul, 


PSALM     LXIX.  141. 

%  In  long  complaints,  he  fpends  his  breath, 
While  hoils  of  hell,  and  pow'rs  of  death, 
And.  all  the  fons  of  malice  join 
To  execute  their  curs'd  dehgn. 

3  Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  power  and  love 
Has  made  the  curie  a  bieiung  prove  ; 
Thofe  dreadful  fufP rings  of  thy  Son 
Aton'd  for  crimes  which  we  have  done. 

4  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord, 
The  honours  of  thy  law  reftor'd  : 
Kis  forrows  made  thy  juilice  known, 
And  paid  for  follies  not  his  own. 

5  O  for  his  fake  our  guilt  forgive, 
And  let  the  mourning  fmner  live  : 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 
Nor  mall  our  hope  be  turn'd  to  Ihame. 

PSALM  69.    Ver.    7,  &c.   Second  Part 
Long  Metre. 

Christ's   Suffering  s  and  Zeal. 

1  j'TpWAS  for  our  fake,  eternal  God, 

JL     Thy  Son  fuilain'd  that  heavy  load 
Of  bafe  reproach,  and  fore  diigrace, 
While  ihame  defil'd  his  {acred  face. 

2  The  jews,  his  brethren  and  hi?  kin, 
Abus'd  the  Man  that  check'd  their  nti  1 
While  he  fhlaTd  thy  holy  lav/3, 

The  tm,  but  without  a  catijb, 

3  "  r'  "-'s  houfe/'faidhe,  r,r\;as  : 
(t'±  fnip,  not  for  trade  : 
dying  all  their  gold  and  brais, 

Hefco-.,.-^-'d  the  merchant*  from  tkepi< 

si    :  le  of  hi*  God 

;  ■:  -dlhis  >iocd 


.fiV.'... 


i42  PSALM      LXX. 

Reproaches  at  thy  glory  thrown,    ) 
He  felt  and  mourn' d  them  as  his  own.] 

5  [His  friends  forfools,  his  followers  fled, 
While  foes  and  arms  furround  his  head ; 
They  curfe  him  with  a  iland'rous  tongue, 
And  the  falfe  judge  maintains  the  wrong.] 

6  [His  life  they  load  with  hateful  lies, 
And  charge  his  lips  with  blafphemies  : 
They  nail  him  to  the  fhameful  tree  ; 
There  hung  the  man  that  dy'd  for  me.] 

7  But  God  beheld  ;  and,,  from  his  throne, 
Marks  out  the  men  that  hates  his  Son  ; 
The  hand  that  rais'd  him  from  the  dead 
Shall  pour  the  veng'ance  on  their  head. 

PSALM    70.  Common  Metre. 

Pre  teuton  again/}  Per  fori  al  Enemies. 

i  TN  hafte,  O  God,  attend  my  call, 
J.     Nor  hear  my  cries  in  vain  ; 
Oh  let  thy  fpeed  prevent  my  fall, 
And  Hill  my  hope  luilain. 

2  When  foes  infidious  wound  my  name, 

And  tempt  my  foul  aftray, 
Then  let  them  fall  with  laiting  fhame, 
To  their  own  plots  a  prey. 

3  While  all  that  love  thy  name  rejoice, 

And  glcry  in  thy  word, 
In  thy  falvation  raife  their  voice, 
And  magnify  the  Lord. 

4  O  thou  my  help  in  time  of  need. 

Behold  my  fore  difmay  ; 
In  pity  hafte n  to  my  aid, 
Nor  let  thy  giv.ce  ^cluy. 


PSALM      LXXL  143 

PSALM  71.  5—9.  FirftPart.  Com.  Met. 

The  aged  Saint' 's  Reflection  and  Hope. 

1  "]%  /I  Y  God,  my  everlafting  hope, 
iVjL     I  live  upon  thy  truth  ; 

Thine  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 
And  itrengthen'd  all  my  youth. 

2  My  flelh  was  faihion'd  by  thy  pow'r 

With  all  theie  limbs  of  mine 
And  from  my  mother's  painful  hour 
I've  been  entirely  thine. 

3  Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  feen 

Repeated  ev'ry  year  ; 
Behold  my  days  thai  yet  remain, 
I  trull  them  to  thy  care. 

4  Call:  me  not  off  when  ftrength  declines, 

When  hoary  hairs  arife  ; 
And  round  me  let  thy  glory  fhine, 
Whene'er  thy  fervant  dies. 

5  Then  in  the  hiii'ry  of  my  age, 

When  men  review  my  days, 
They'll  read  thy  love  in  ev'ry  page. 
In  ev'ry  line  thy  praiie. 

PSALM  71.   Ver.   15,14,16,23,22,24. 

Second  Part. . 

Christ  our  Strength  and  Right eou  fnefi , 

1  T\  ff  Y  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend, 
J_ VJL     When  I  begin  thy  praife. 
Where  wifl the  growing  numbers  en  I, 

The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlafting  trull:, 

Thy  gocdnefs  1  adore  ; 
And  iinoe  I  knew  thy  graces  nril 
1  fpeakthy  glories  more.. 


i44-  P  S  A  L  M      LXXI. 

3  My  feet  fiiall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celeltial  road, 
And  march  with  courage  in  thy  ftrength 
To  fee  my  Father  God. 

4  When  I  am  fill'd  with  fore  diftrefs 

For  fome  furprifing  fin, 
I'll  plead  thy  perfecl  righteoufnefs, 
And  mention  none  but  thine: 

5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  vicVries  of  my  King  1 
My  fcul,  redeem'd  from  fin  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  falvation  ling. 

6  [My  tongue  ilia!!  all  the  day  proclaim 

My  Saviour  and  my  God, 
His  death  has  brought  my  foes  to  fhame, 
And  fav'd  me  by  his  blood.] 

7  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  pow'rs ; 

With  this  delightful  fong 

I'll  entertain  the  darkeft  hours, 

Nor  think  the  feafonjong. 

PSALM    71.    17— 2  r.  Third  Part. 

The  aged  ChH/tian's  Prayer  and  Song  ;  or,   Old 
Age,  Death  and  the  Re/zirrecJion. 

\   f^^OD  of  my  childhood,  and  my  youth, 
VJT  The  guide  of  all  my  days, 
I  hp.ve  declajr'4  thy  heavenly  truth, 
Ar.d  told  thy  wond'rous  ways. 

oil  forfuke  my  hoary  hairs, 
;  t  I 
to  Qiall  f»fta*n  ny  finking  yeare 
od  rry  ftttmgth  dep 

3   Let  itij  thy  powsr  ::.-d  truth 
Before:  the  riling  .igz, 


PSAL  M      LXXII.  145 

And  leave  a  favour  of  thy  name 
When  I  mail  quit  the  itage. 
4.  The  land  of  filence  and  of  death 
Attends  my  next  remove  ; 
Oh  may  theie  poor  remains  of  breath 
Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love  1 
Pause. 

5  Thy  righteoufnefs  is  deep  and  high, 

Unfearchable  thy  deeds  ; 
Thy  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  (k.y> 
And  all  my  praife  exceeds. 

6  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  Uireat'nings  roar* . 

And  oft  endur'd  the  grief  : 
But  when  thy  hand  has  preft  me  fere. 
Thy  grace  was  my  relief. 

7  By  long  experience  have  I  known 

Thy  fov'reign  pow'r  to  fave ; 
At  thy  command  I  venture  down 
Securely  to  the  grave. 

8  When  I  lie  buried  deep  in  duit, 

My  flem  mail  be  thy  care  ; 
Thefe  wither'd  limbs  with  thee  I  truft 
To  raife  them  fbrong  and  fair. 

PSALM  72.  Firft  Part.  Long  Metre, 
The  Kingdom  of  C  H  R 1  s  t  . . 

1  ^>REAT  God,  whofe  miiverfalfway 
VjTThe  known  and  unknown  worlds  cbe] 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son, 
Extend  his  pow'r,  exalt  his  throne. 

2  Thy  fceptre  well  becomes  his  hands, 
All  heav'n  fubmits  to  his  commands  ; 
Kis  jufiice  mall  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  more* 

I 


i4-        p  s  a  l  m 

3  With  pow'r  he  vindicates  the  j 
And  treads  th'oppreifor  in  the  chic  ; 
His  worfKip  and  his  fear  mall  laft, 

Till  hours,  and  years,  and  time  be  pail. 

4  As  rain  on  meadows,  newly  mown, 
So  ihall  he  fend  his  influence  down  : 
His  grace  on  fainting  fouls  diftils, 
Like  heav'nly  dew  on  thirl!  y  hills. 

5  The  heathen  lands  that  lie  beneath 
The  (hades  of  overfpreadinp  death, 
Revive  at  his  firft  dawning  light,  . 
And  deferts  bloiiom  at  the  fight. 

6  The  faints  Ihall  flouriih  in  his  days\ 
Dreil  in  the  robes  of,  joy  and  praiie  ; 
Peace  like  a  river  from  his  throne 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

PSALM  72.    Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Christ's  Kingdom  among  the  Gen 

1    TESU3  fhall  reign  where'er  vre  fun 
J    Does  his  fucce  an  : 

His  kingdom  it  retch  i) 
Till  moons  i  i 

!  shold  the  nati 

From  r. 

i 

And 

4  Fo 

And  endlefs  p. 


P  6  A  L  U     LXXIIL 

His  name  like  fweet  p  i\ 
With  ev'ry  morning  facri  - :  5. 

5  People  and  i 
Dwell  on  his  love 
And  infant  rciie;  fhall 
Their  early  b_  _..  . 

6  Blefimg:  afeotiiK 

T*Ae  joyful  pris  tier  l^nrftsMs  :_ 
The  weary  L_    tergal /eft, 

And  alitliefc:  :  :..      an*  are  Aei 

7  [Where  hedifj  lays  his  " 
Death  ar.d  theciiife  are-knc 
In  him  the  ti  i :  t •:  : :    Adam 
Mo-ebk-  (Hngs  U 

8  Let  ev'ry  creature  rif^ 
Peculiar  honours  tc  t    ? 
Angels  defcei           h    >n? 

And  earth  repeat, :  .  j  . 

P<3  AT  *•*   ""»      i&'rft  Psrf     r~- 

FoaLiii    -  v  r  irii.  j.  ar_.  \^  _■ 


JffiaedSain 


Yetc 


i48  PSALM      LXXIII. 

4  "  In  vain  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 

"  And  cleanfe  my  heart  in  vain  ; 
<s  For  I  am  chafl'ned  all  the  day, 
<c  The  night  renews  my  pain." 

5  Yet  while  my  tongue  indulg'd complaints, 

I  felt  my  heart  reprove  : 
"  Sure  I  mail  thus  offend  thy  faints, 
"  And  grieve  the  man  I  love." 

6  But  fcill  I  found  my  doubts  too  hard, 

The  conflict,  too  fevere : 
'Till  I  retir'dto  fearch  thy  word, 
And  learn  thy  fecrets  there. 

7  There,  as  in  fome  prophetic  glafs, 

I  faw  the  finner  fit 
High  mounted  on  a  flipp'ry  place, 
Befide  a  fiery  pit. 

S  1  heard  the  wretch  profanely  boaft, 
'Till at  thy  frown  he  fell; 
'  His  honours  in  a  dream  were  loft, 
And  he  awakes  in  hell. 

9  Lord,  what  an  envious  fool  I  was ! 
How  like  a  thoughtlefs  beait. ! 
Thus  to  fufpedt  thy  promis'd  grace, 
And  think  the  wicked  bleft. 
:c  Yet  I  was  kept  from  full  defpair, 
Upheld  by  pow'r  unknown  ; 
That  bleiTed  hand  that  br6ke  the  fnare 
Shall  guide  me  to  thy  throne. 

PSALM  73.  ver.  23—28.  Second  Fart. 
Common  Metre. 
GOD  our  Portion  b&rt  and  hereafiir. 
I   /"^  OD,  my  fupporter  and  my  hops, 
VJf     My  help  for  ever  nea: , 


PSALM      LXXIII.  H9 

Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up 
When  finking  in  defpair. 

2  Thy  counfels,  Lord,  mall  guide  my  feet 

Thro'  life's  be  wilder 'd  race  j 
Thine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  feat, 
To  dwell  before  thy  face.' 

3  Were  I  in  heaven  without  my  God, 

'Twould  be  no  joy  to  me  ; 
And  whilft  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

4  What  if  the  fprings  of  life  were  broke* 

And  ilefa  and  heart  fhould  faint, 
God  is  my  foal's  eternal  rock, 
The  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

5  Behold  the  miners  that  remove 

Far  from  thy  prefence  die  ; 
Not  ail  the  idol-gods  they  love 
Can  fave  them  when  they  cry. 

6  But  to  <lraw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 

Shall  be  my  fweet  employ  : 
My  tongue  (hall  found  thy  works  abroad^ 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

PSALM  73.  v.  22,3,6,17 — 20.  LongiVL 

The  Profperity  of  Sinners  airfed. 

I   Y    ORD,  what  a  thoughtiefs  wretch  was  I, 
j,_j  To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine. 
To  fee  the  wicked  plac'd  en  high, 
In  pride  and  robes  of  honour  mine, 

s  2 at,  Oh  their  end,  their  dreadful  end ! 
Thy  -ancluary  taught  me  fo: 
On  fiipp'ry  rocks  I  fee  them  fiand, 
And  nery  billows  roil  below. 


150  P  S  A  L  M      LXXIII. 

3  Now  let  them  boafc  how  tall  they  rife, 
I  11  neverenvy  them  again, 

There  theyftiay  fraud  with  haughty  eyes, 
Till  they  plunge  deep  in  endleis  pain. 

4  Th^.  i  joys  how  fai$  they  fbe  ! 
Lirke  dreams,  as  fleeting  and  as  vain; 

iirfongs  of  fofteft  harmony, 
Are  but  a  prelude  to  their  pain. 

a  their  mirth  and  wine, 
Too  dear  to  purchaie  with  my  blood  ; 
i,  "cis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  lire,  my  portion  and  my  God. 

P  S  A  L  M    73.     Short  Metre. 

Myhrj  of  Providence  unfolded. 
ere's  a  righteous  God, 


1  CUR 

5  N 


-  Sigion  vain  ; 
tsen  of  vice  may  boail  aloud, 
men  of  grace  complain. 

:i:ea  rife, 
I :  my  heart  repine, 

1  fcornful  eyes, 

. 

•Ti  eafe, 
I  . 


P  S  A  L  M      LXXIV.  153 

Their  malice  blafts  the  good  man's  name, 
ict  fpreach  their  lies  abroad.        ♦ 

6  But  I  with  ftqwir  g  tears 
Induig'd  my  dc  ofc  ::  to  rile  ; 

11  Is  there  a  God  fees  or  hears 

"  The  things  '  -  0  v  the  fkies  ?"] 

7  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 
Held  me'  in  hard  lufpenie- 

Till  to  thy  hpufe  my  feet  were  brought 
To  learn  thy  juitice  thence. 

8  Thy  word  with  light  and  pow'r, 
■Did  my  miftake  amend  ; 

I  view'd  the  iinner's  life  before, 
But  here  I  learnt  their  end. 

9  On  what  a  ilipp'ry  fteep 

The  thoughtlefs  wretches  go  ; 
And  Oh  that  dreadfal  fiery  deep 
That  waits  their  fall  below  I 

10  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  bow, 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine  : 
I  call  my  God  my  portion  now, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  are  thine. 

P  S  A  L  M    74.     Common  Metre. 


1   T  Y  TILL  God.  forever  carl  us  off  1 

tm/     TT-        *l  c 

V  V        His  wratn  forever  irnoMe 
ht   xec  £  his  kfve*— - 


152  PSALM      LXXIV. 

3  Lift  up  thy  feet  and  march  in  hafte, 

Aloud  our  ruin  calls  j 
See  what  a  wide  and  fearful  wafte 
Is  made  within  thy  walls. 

4  Where  once  thy  churches  pray'd  and  fang, 

Thy  foes  profanely  rage  ; 
Amid  thy  gates  their  enligns  hang, 
And  there  their  hofts  engage. 

c  How  are  the  feats  of  worfhip  broke  ? 
They  tear  the  buildings  down, 
And  he  that  deals  the  heavieft  ftroke 
Procures  the  chief  renown. 

6  With  flames  they  threaten  to  deftroy 

Thy  children  in  their  reft  ; 
*(  Come  let  us  burn  at  once  (they  cry) 
**  The  temple  and  the  prieft." 

7  And  ftill  to  heighten  our  diftrefs, 

Thy  prefence  is  withdrawn  ; 
Thy  wonted  figns  of  pow'r  and  grace., 
Thy  pow'r  and  grace  are  gone. 

8  No  prophet  fpeaks  to  calm  our  grief, 

But  all  in  filence  mourn  ; 
Nor  know  the  times  of  our  relief, 
The  hour  of  thy  return. 

P    a    u    s    E. 

9  Hew  long,  eternal  God,  how  long 

Shall  men  of  pride  blafpheme  ; 
Shall  faints  be  made  their  endlefs  fong, 
And  bear  immoVtai  ihame  ? 

io  Canft  thou  forever  fit  and  hear 
Thy  holy  name  profan'd — 
And  ftill  thy  jealoufy  forbear, 
And  idll  withhold  thy  hand  ! 


PSALM      LjCXV.  i  ss 

1-1  What  ftrange  deliv' ranee  hail  thcu  fnewn 
In  ages  long  before  ? 
And  now  no  other  God  we  own, 
No  other  God  adore. 

1 2  Thou  didft  divide  the  raging  Tea 

By  thy  refiftlefs  might, 
To  make  thy  tribes  a  wond'rous  way 
And  then  fecure  their  flight. 

1 3  Is  not  the  world  of  nature  thine, 

The  darknefs  and  the  day  ? 
Didft  thou  not  bid  the  morning  mine 
And  mark  the  fun  his  way  ? 

14  Hath  not  thy  pow'r  form'd  ev'ry  coafr., 

And  fet  the  earth  its  bounds, 
With  rummer's  heat,  and  winter's  froft, 
In  their  perpetual  rounds  ? 

15  And  mall  the  ions  of  earth  and  duit, 

That  facred  pow'r  blafpheme  ! 
Will  not  thy  hand  that  form'd  them  -Gift 
Avenge  thine  injur'd  name  ? 

16  Think  on  the  ccv'nant  thou  haft  made. 

And  all  thy  words  of  love  ; 
Nor  let  the  birds  cf  prey  invade 
And  vex  thy  trembling  dove. 

17  Our  foes  would  triumph  in  our  blood 

And  make  our  hope  their  jell  ; 
Plead  thine  own  cauie  almighty  Gcd, 
And  give  thy  children  reit. 

PSALM  75.  Long  Metre, 

Praife  to  God  for  the  return  cf  Peace, 

1  hph thee'  **°jt%£ and  ho1'/  G°r^ 

X   To  thee  our  thankful  hearts  weiaifej 
I  2 


i54  PSALM      LXXVL 

Thy  works  declare  thy  name  abroad 
Thy  wond'rous  works  demand  ourpraife. 

2  To  ilav'ry  doom'd,  thy  chofen  fons 

Beheld  their  foe:  (  nt  rile  ; 

And  fore  oppreft  by  earthly  thrones, 
They  fought  the  fov'reign  of  the  fkies. 

3  'Twas  then,  great  God,  with  eqsalpow'r, 

Arofe  thy  veng'ancc  and  thy  grace, 

To  fcourge  their  Regions  from  the  fhore, 

And  lave  the  remnant  of  thy  race. 

4  Thy  hand  that  form'd  the  refdefs  main, 

And  rear'd  the  mountains  awful  head, 
Bade  raging  feas  their  courfe  reftrain, 
And  dcXiL  wilds  receive  their  dead. 

5  Such  wonders  never  come  by  chance, 

Nor  can  the  wind*  fpch  blelTmgs  blow; 
"Tts  God  the  judge  doth  one  advance, 
s  God  that  lays  another  low. 

6  Let  haughty  tyrants  fink  their  pride, 

Nor  lift  fo  high  cheir  feprnful  head ; 
But  lay  their  impious  thoughts  afide, 
And  own  the  empire  God  hath  made. 

?  S  A  L  M  76.     Common  Metre. 

Ifrasl  juved,  and  thi  -    deftroyed /  or, 

t  ■  his  Eaemks  proceeds 

■;:  his  Church. 

jadah  God  of  old  was  known  ; 
His  name  in  ifrael  great ; 
In  Salem  ftood  his  holy  tnrone, 
And  Zion  was  his  ieat. 

2  Among  the  praiics  of  his  faints, 
•i  welling  there  he  chofe ; 


P  S  A  L  M      LXXVL  155 

There  he  receiv'd  their  jail  complaints, 
Againit  their  haughty  foes. 

From  Zion  went  his  dreadful  word, 
And  broke  that  threat'ning  ipear  ; 

The  bow,  the  arrows,  and  the  (word, 
AndcruiVd  the  AiTyrian  war. 

4  What  are  the  earth's  wide  kingdoms  elfd 

But  mighty  hills  of  prey  ? 
The  hill  on  which  jehovaii  dwells 
Is  glorious  more  than  they. 

5  'Twas  Zi6n's  King  that  ftopp'd  the  breath 

Of  captains  and  their  bands  : 
The  men  of  might  ileep  fait  in  death, 
That  quells  their  warlike  hands. 

6  At  thy  rebuke,  O  Jacob's  God, 

Both  horie  and  chariot  fell : 
Who  knows  the  terror  of  thy  rod  ? 
Thy  veng'ance  who  can  tell  ? 

7  What  pow'r  can  Hand  before  thy  fight 

When  once  thy  wrath  appears  ? 
When  heav'n  mines  round  with  dreadful 
The  earth  adores  and  fears.  [light, 

8  When  God  in  his  own  fov'reign  ways 

Comes  down  to  fave  th'  oppreft, 
The  wrath  of  man  ihall  work  his  praife, 
And  he'll  reftrain  the  reft. 

9  [  Vows  to  the  Lord,  and  tribute  bring-. 

Ye  princes  fear  his  frown  : 
His  terrors  make  the  prouder!  king, 
.  frnite  his  armies  down, 

loThe  thunder  of  his  fharp -rebuke 
Our  haughty  toes  iliall  feel  i 


156  P  S  A  L  M      LXXVII. 

For  Jacob's  God  hath  not  forfook, 
But  dwells  in  Zion  ftill.] 

PSALM  77.  Firft  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

Melancholy  affaulting,  a?id  Hope  prevailing. 

1  /~Y^O  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice 

_L        I  fought  his  gracious  ear, 

In  the  fad  hour  when  trouble  rofe, 

And  fill'd  my  heart  with  fear. 

2  Sad  were  my  days,  and  dark  my  nights, 

My  foul  refus'd  relief; 
I  thought  on  God,  the  juft  and  wife, 
But  thoughts  increas'd  my  grief, 

3  Still  I  complain'd  and  ftill  oppreft, 

My  heart  began  to  break  ; 
My  God,  thy  wrath  forbade  my  reft, 
And  kept  my  eyes  awake. 

4.  My  overwhelming  forrows  grew, 
Till  I  could  fpeak  no  more  ; 
Then  I  within  myieif  withdrew, 
And  call'd  thy  judgments  o'er. 

5  I  call'd  back  years  and  ancient  times 

When  I  beheld  thy  face ; 
My  fpirit  fearch'd  for  fecret  crimes 
That  might  withheld  thy  grace. 

6  I  call'd  thy  mercies  to  my  mind, 

'Which  I  enjoy'd  before  ; 
And  will  the  Lord  no  more  be  kind  ; 
His  face  appear  no  more  ? 

7  Will  he  forever  call  me  off? 

His  promife  ever  fail  ? 
Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love  } 
Shall  anger  ftill  prevail  I 


PSALM      LXXVII.  157 

8  But  I  forbid  this  hopelefs  thought, 

This  dark  defpairing  frame, 
Rememb'ring  what  thy  hand  has  wrought ; 
Thy  hand  is  frill  the  fame. 

9  I'll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 

And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er, 
Thy  wonders  of  recovering  grace, 
When  flem  could  hope  no  more. 

10  Grace  dwelt  with  juftice  on  the  throne  ; 

And  me$  that  love  thy  word, 
Have  in  thy  fanduary  known 
^       The  counfels  of  the  Lord. 

PSALM,  77.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
Comfort   derived  from  ancient  Providence  :  or, 

lfrael  delivered  from   Egypt,  and  brought  to 

Canaan. 

1  "  TJOW  awful  is  thy  chaining  rod  ?" 

J7l   May  thy  own  children  fay ; 
f<  The  great,  the  wife,  the  dreadful  God  ? 
"  How  holy  is  his  way  !" 

2  I'll  meditate  his  works  of  old, 

Who  reigns  in  heav'n  above  ; 
I'll  hear  his  ancient  wonders  told, 
And  learn  to  truft  his  love. 

3  He  faw  the  houfe  of  Jofeph  lie 

With  Egypt's  yoke  oppreft  ; 
Long  he  delay'd  to  hear  their  cry  ; 
Nor  gave  his  people  reii. 

4  The  ions  of  pious  Jacob  feemed 

Abandon'd  to  their  foes  ; 
But  his  almighty  arm  redeem'd 
The  nation  whom  he  chofe. 

5  From  flaviih  chains  he  fets  them  fre<?» 

They  follow  where  he  calls  5 


158  PSALM      LXXV1II. 

He  bade  them  venture  through  the  Tea, 
And  made  the  waves  their  walls. 

6  The  waters  faw  thee,  mighty  God, 

The  waters  faw  thee  come  ; 
Backward  they  rled,  and  frighted  itood, 
To  make  thine  armies  room. 

7  Strange  was  thy  journey  through  the  fea, 

Thy  fqotfteps,  Lord,  unknown; 
Terrors  attend  the  wond'rous  way 
That  brings  thy  mercies  down. 

§   [Thy  voice  with  terror  in  the  found 

ough  clouds  and  darknefs  broke  ; 
All  heav'n  in  lightning  flume  around, 
And  earth  with  .thunder  fhook. 

9  Thirds  arrows  thro'  the  (kies  were  harl'd  j 
How  glorious  is  the  Lord  ! 
Surprize  and  trembling  feiz'd  the  world, 
And  ail  his  faints  ador'd. 

fi  :>m  the  reck  ; 
,  £fe  by  Mofes'  hand, 

-  ;dhis  flock 
promis'd  land.] 

J  73.  Firil  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

Pr evidence Jgf  GOD  recorded;  or,   Pious  E da- 
rn of  Children. 

L  i  •  the  mighty  deeds 

God  perfbnn'u  of  old, 
er  years  we  law, 
And 

He  ake  his  glories  known; 

His  works  ox  pow'r  and  grace  : 
And  we'll  convey  his  wonders  do 

I 


PSALM      LXXVIII.  159 

3  Oar  lips  flia.ll  tell  them  to  our  Tons, 
And  they  again  to  their's, 

That  generations  yet  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  mall  they  learn  in  God  alone 
Their  hope  iecurely  Hands, 

That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works, 
Butpraitice  his  commands. 

PSALM  78.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

JjraePs  Rebellion  and  Pttnijhmefit  s  or,  the  Sins 
and  C  bajiije  merit  s~  cf  GOD's  People. 
WHAT  a  ftifF  rebellious  houfe 
Was  Jacob's  ancient  race  ! 
Falfe  to  their  o'.vn  iiioft  folernn  vows, 
And  to  their  Makers  grace  ! 

2  They  broke  the  covenant  of  his  love, 

And  did  his  laws  defpiie  ; 
Foxgot  the  w^rks  he  wrought  to  prove 
His  pow'r  before  their  eyes  ! 

3  They  faw  the  plagues  on  Egypt  'light 

From  his  avenging  hand  : 
What  dreadful  tokens  of  his  might 
Spread  o'erthe  ftubborn  land  ! 

\  They  law  him  cleave  the  mighty  fea, 
And.  niarphM  with  fa  /-       :..    agn. 
With  wat'ry  v'^ih  to  guard  fc    ir  way, 
'1  ill  -hey  had  'icap'd  the  foe, 

5  A  wond'roas  pillar  markM  the  road, 

. :  d  of  ihade  and  light ; 
By  day  1;  proved  the  melt' ring  cloud, 
.  ting  Sire  by  night. 

i  He  from  the  rock  their  thirrt  fupplyM  ; 
%  guiiiing  waters  ftow'dj 


160  PSALM      LXXVIII. 

And  ran  in  rivers  by  their  fide, 
Along  the  defert  road. 

7  Yet  they  provok'd  the  Lord  Moll  High, 

And  dard  diilruil  his  hand  ; 
"  Can  he  with  bread  our  holt  fupply 
**  Amidft  this  barren  land  ?" 

8  The  Lord,  with  indignation,  heard, 

And  caus'd  his  wrath  to  flame  ? 
His  terrors  ever  itand  prepar'd 
To  vindicate  his  name. 

PSALM   78.    Third  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

The   Punijhment    of  Luxury  and  Intemperance  ; 
or,   Chaft: foment  and  Salvation. 
J'ticn  Iira'l  iinn'd,  the  Lordreprov'd, 
And  filPd  their  hearts  with  dread  ; 
Yet  he  forgave  the  men  he  iov'd, 
And  fent  them  heav'nly  bread. 

z  Ke  fed  them  with  a  lib'ral  han'd, 
And  made  his  treafures  known  ; 
He  gave  the  midnight  clouds  command 
To  pour  provificn  down. 

3  The  manna  like  a  morning  fhow'r 

Lay  thick  around  their  feet ; 
The  food  of  heav'n,  lb  light,  fo  pure  ; 
As  tho'  'twere  angels  meat. 

4  But  they  in  murm'ring  language  faid, 

"  Is  manna  all  our  feaft  ? 
'/  We  loath  this  light,  this  airy  bread  ; 
"  We  mult  have  fiefh  to  p$c.H 

5  <f  Ye  ihall  have  flefh  to  pleafe  your  luil," 

The  Lord  in  wrath  reply'd, 
And  fent  them  quails  like  land  or  duft, 
Hcap'd  up  on  evrry  .... 


PSALM    LXXVIII.  16 1 

He  gave  them  all  their  own  deflre  ; 

And  greedy  as  they  fed, 
His  veng'ance  burnt  with  fecret  fire, 

And  fmote  the  rebels  dead. 

When  fome  were  {lain  the  reft  return'd, 
And  fought  the  Lord  with  tears ; 

Under  the  rod  they  fear'd  and  mourn'd, 
But  foon  forgot  their  fears. 

$  Oft  he  chaftis'd,  and  ftill  forgave, 

'Till  by  his  gracious  hand 

The  nations  he  refolv'd  to  fave, 

PoiTefs'd  the  promis'd  land. 

PSALM  78.  v.  32.  4th  Part.  Long  Met. 

Backfliiing  and  Forgi=venefs  j  or,   Sin  punijbed 
and  Saints  fa<ved. 

1  r^  REAT  God,  how  oft  did  Ifrael  prove 
VJ  By  turns  thine  anger,  and  thy  love  ? 
There  in  a  glafs  our  hearts  may  fee 

How  fickle  and  how  falfe  they  be. 

2  How  foon  the  faithlefs  Jews  forgot 

The  dreadful  wonders  God  had  wrought  ; 
Then  they  provok'd  him  to  his  face, 
Nor  fear  his  pow'r,  nor  truit  his  grace. 

3  The  Lordconfum'd  their  years  in  pain, 
And  made  their  travels  long  and  vain  ; 
A  tedious  march  thro'  unknown  ways 
Wore  out  their  ftrength  and  fpent  their  days, 

4  Oft  when  they  faw  their  brethren  {lain, 
They  mourn'd  and  fought  the  Lord  again; 
Call'd  him  the  Rock  of  their  abode, 
Their  high  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

5  Their  pray'rs  and  vows  before  him  rife 
As  flattering  words  or  folemn  lies, 


1 6z  P  S  A  L  M     LXXIX. 

.While  their  rebellious  tempers  prove 
Faiie  to  his  cov'nant  and  his  love. 

6  Yet  could  his  fov'reign  grace  forgive 
The  men  who  ne'er  deierv'd  10  live  ; 
His  anger  oft  away  he  turn'd, 

Or  eiie  with  gentle  name  it  burn'd. 

7  He  faw  their  flefhwas  weak  and  frail, 
He  faw  tempt  LI  prevail  j 
The  God  of  Abra'rn  lov'd  them  iHli, 
And  led  them  to  his  holy  hill. 

PSALM  79.  Long  Metre. 

For  the  Diftrtfs  of  War: 

1  T>EHOLD,  OGod,  what  cruel  foes 
Jt3  Thy  peaceful  heritage  invade  ; 
Thy  holy  temple  Hands  delil'd, 

In  dull  thy  facred  walls  are  laid. 

2  Wide  o'er  the  vallies,  drench'd  in  blood 
Thy  people  fall'n  in  death  remain  ; 

The  fowls  Oi  heav'n,their  fleih  devour, 
:  hearts  divide  the  flain. 

3  TfiTiofuking  foes,  with  impious  rage, 
•I  '. 31  ■•"».  ch    'iy  children  ce  ; 

"\  \  our  God  i  pew'r, 

'*  Ls  grace.1' 

4  Deep  from  the  prifon's  horrid  glooms 
Oh  hear 

And 
The  t« 


P  S  A  L  M      LXXX.  163 

So  mall  thy  children,  freed  from  death, 
Eternal  fangs  of  honour  raife, 
And  ev'ry  future  age  (hail  tell 
Thy  fov'reigri  pow3r  and  pa/d'ning grace. 

PSALM  80.     Long  Metre. 

The  Church's  Prayer  under  Jffiiaisn^  or,  The 

Vineyard  of  GOD  -jjafied. 

GREAT  Shepherd  of  thine  Ifrael, 
Who  didft  between  the  cherubs  dwell, 
And  led  the  tribes,  thy  choien  fheep, 
Safe  thro'  the  defert  and  the  deep. 
Thy  church  is  in  the  defert,  Lord, 
Shine  from  on  high,  and  light  afford  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reilore, 
We  fnall  be  fav'cf  and  figh  no  more. 
Great  God,  whom  heav'nly  hefts  obey, 
Kow  long  ihall  we  lament  and  pray  ? 
lit  in  vain  thy  kind  return  ? 


How  long 

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3  urn 

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ify  PSALM     LXXXI, 

7  Why  is  her  beauty  thus  defac'd  ; 
Why  hai*  thou  laid  her  fences  wafte  ? 
Strangers  and  fees  again!:  her  join, 
And  ev'ry  beai:  devours  the  vine. 
S  Return,  almighty  God.  return  ; 
Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn  : 
I  urn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
Ve  ihall  be  fav'd,  and  iigh  no  more. 

Pause     II. 

9  Lord,  when  this  vine  in  Canaan  grew, 
I  iiou  waft  its  itrength  and  glory  too  J 

Attacked  in  vain  by  all  its  foes, 
Till  the  fair  Branch  of  promife  rofe. 

10  Fair  Branch,  ordain'd  of  old  to  moot 
^rom  David's  Hock,  from  Jacob's  root : 
tlimfelf  a  noble  Vine,  and  we 

-  lefTer  branches  of  jhe  tree  : 

1 1  'Ti£  ihy  own  Son  ;  and  he  fhall  ftand 
Gift  with  thy  ftrength  at  thy  right  hand 
1  iiy  fcrfi-bcrri  Son,  adorn'd  and  bleil 

With  pow'r  and  grace  above  the  reft; 

1 2  Oh  !  for  his  fake  attend  our  cry, 
Shine  en  thy  churches  left  they  die  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee  thy  love  reftore, 

.ill  be  favM  and  iigh  no  more. 

PSALM  8x.  v.  i,  8-i6.  Short  Metre 

Th*'-  ttples  or, 

and  Pitnifb?. 

i    Q  TNG  to  the  Lord  aloud,' 
k/3  And  make  a  joyful  flbifc  ; 

G"':'-  ioat  God; 

-.irliis  voic«. 


PSALM      LXXXII.  165- 

Frorn  idols  falfe  and  vain 

"  Preferve  my  rights  divine  ; 

I  am  the  Lord  who  broke  thy  chain 

tf  Of  flavery  and  of  fin.  , 

c  Stretch  thy  defires  abroad, 

"  And  I'll  fupply  them  well; 
s  But  if  ye  will  refufe  your  God, 

"  If  lirael  will  rebel ; 

( I'll  leave  them/'  faith  the  Lord, 

•*  To  their  own  lulls  a  prey, 
-*  And  let  them  run  the  dang'rous  road ; 

"  'Tis  their  own  choien  way. 

•''  Yet,  O  !  that  all  ray  faints 
fi  Would  hearken  to  my  voice  I 

(e  Soon  I  would  eafe  their  fore  complaints, 
"  And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 

"  While  I  deflroy  their  foes, 

*'  Pli  richly  £es3.  my  flock, 
"  And  they  mail  tafte  the  ftream  that  Mows 

ie  From  their  eternal  rock." 

P  S  A  L  M    82.     Long  Metre, 

OD  the  fupreme   Governor ;   or,  Magiji  rates 
warned. 

AMONG  th'  aiiembliss  of  the  great, 
A  greater  ruler  takes  his  feat ; 
The  God  of  heav'n,  as  judge,  fun 
Thofe  gods  on  earth,  and  all  their  v 

Why  wi.l  yt  :rame  opprei" 
Or  W&;  ::  th'  Unrighteous  came  ? 

Wlier  once  defend  the  poor, 

That  ft  s  vex  the  iaints  no  more. 

Lord,  nor  will  -they  know; 

Dark  -  „ev  ho  ; 


.166         P  S  A  L  M      LXXXIII. 

Their  name  of  earthly  gods  is  vain, 
For  they  i'hall  fall  and  die  like  men. 

4  Ariie,  O  Lord,  and  let  thy  Son 
Poflefs  his  univerfal  throne,* 
And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod  ; 
He  is  our  Judge,  and  he  our  God. 

PSALM    S$.    Short  Metre. 

A  Complaint  againjl  Perjecutcrs, 

1  A  ND  will  the  God  of  grace 
jtJL  Perpetual  hience  keep  ? 
The  God  of  juftice  hold  his  peace, 

And  let  his  veng'ance  fleep  ? 

2  Behold  what  curfed  fnares 

The  men  of  rnifchief  fpread 
The  men  that  hate  thy  faints  and  thee 
Lift  up  their  threat7  ning  head. 

3  Againft  thy  hidden  ones 

Th air  counfels  they  employ, 
And  malice,  with  her  watchful  eye, 
Purfues  them  to  deitroy. 

4  u  Come,  let  us  join/'  they  cry, 

"  To  root  them  from  the  ground, 

*c  'Till  not  the  name  of  faints  remain, 

"Nor  mem'ry  (hail  be  found." 

5  Awake,  almighty  God, 

And  call  thy  wrath  to  n  : 
Give  them,  like  £ jrelfo  to  i 
le  to  the  wind. 

- 


PSALM      LXXXiV,  167 

Then  iliall  th'e  nations  know 

Thy  glorious  dreadful  word, 
Jehovah  is  thy  name  alone, 

And  thou  the  fov'reign  Lord. 

PSALM  84.  FirftPart.  Long  Metre. 

The  Pieafun  of  Public  JVorfbip. 

TTOW  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair, 
11   O  Lord  of  holts  thy  dwellings  are  ! 
With  long  delire  my  fpirit  faints, 
To  meet  th'  affemblies  of  thy  faints. 

My  fiefn  would  reft  in  thine  abode  ; 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  ; 
My  God  !  my  King  !  why  fhpuld  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee. 

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Bieil  arc  the  fouk  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temples  of  thy  grace  ; 
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168  PSALM      LXXXIV. 

Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 
And  join  in  nobler  worihip  there. 

PSALM  84.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre, 
GOD  and  bis  Church  1  or,  Grace  and  Glory. 

I  /"^  REAT  God,  attend  while  Zion  fings 
VJTThejoy  that  from  thy  prefence  fp rings: 
To  fpend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thoufand  days  of  mirth. 

z  Might  I  enjoy  the  meaneft  place 
Within  thy  houfe,  O  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  eafe,  nor  thrones  of  power. 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3  God  is  our  fun,  he  makes  our  day  ; 
God  is  our  fhield,  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  th'  aflaults  of  hell  and  fin, 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  bellow, 
And  crawn  that  grace  with  glory  too  : 
He  givS  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  fouls. 

5  O  God,  our  King,  whofe   fov'reign  fway 
The  glorious  hoits  of  heav'n  obey, 

And  devils  at  thy  prefence  flee, 
Blefc  is  the  man  that  trulls  in  thee. 

PSALM  84.  v.  1,2,3,10.  Paraphrafed.C.M. 

Delight  in  Ordinances  of  Worjbip  ;  or,   GOD 
prejhit  in  his  Churches. 

1  "Ti  /TY  foul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 
J..VX     To  v,  ivich  thy  God  reforts  ! 

iv'n  to  fee  his  fmiiingiace, 
r/h  in  his  earthly  courts. 

2  There  the  great  monarch  of 

Hi.  ■  .>\>'r  cli/phi 


P  S  A  L  M      LXXX1V.         169 

•  And  light  breaks  In  upon  our  eyes, 
With  kind  and  quick'ning  rays. 

I  3  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heav'nly  dove 
Defcends  and  fills  the  place, 
While  Chrift  reveals  his  wond'rous  love, 
And  fheds  abroad  his  grace. 

4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 

The  fecrets  of  thy  will ; 
And  ftiil  we  feek  thy  mercies  there, 
And  ling  thy  praiies  ilill. 

Pause. 

5  My  heart  and  flefh  cry  out  for  thee, 

While  far  from  thine  abode  ; 
When  mall  I  tread  thy  courts,  ar.d 
My  faviour  and  my  God  ? 

6  The  fparrow  builds  herfelf  a  nefr, 

And  fuffers  no  remove  ;        4 
O  make  me,  like  the  fparrows,  blef: 
To  dwell  but  where  I  love. 

7  To  fit  one  day  beneath  thine 

And  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 
Exceeds  a  whole  eterrity 
Employed  in  carnal  joys. 

8  Lord,  at  thy  threshold  I  would  waitj 

While  Jefus  is  within, 
Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  Hate, 
Anioi:^  die  tents  of  iin.  * 

9  Co:  imandthe  fpacious  land, 

boundieCs  fea, 
For  _  .      ..-._':  I  hour  at  thy  rigl  : 
1  them  both  away. 


J7o  P  S  A  L  M    LXXXIV. 

PSALM  84.  As  the  148th  Pfalm. 

Lcnging  for  the  Houfe  of  GOD. 

1   T    ORD  of  the  worlds  above, 
_L^     How,  pleafant  and  how  fair : 
The  dwellings  of  thy  icve, 
Thy  earthiy  temples  are  i 
To^thine  abode 
My  heart  afpires 
With  warm  defires 
To  fee  my  God. 

i  The  fparrow  for  her  young 
With  pleafure  feeks  a  neft, 
And  wand'ring  fwallows  long 
To  fnd  their  wonted  reft ; 
My  fpirit  faints 
With  equal  zeal 
To  rife  and  dwell 
Among  thy  faints. 

3  O  happy  fouls  that  pray, 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear  ! 
O  happy  men  that  pay 

Their  conftant  fervice  there  ! 
They  praife  thee  ftillj 
And  happy  they 
That  love  the  way 
To  Zion's  hill. 

4  They  go  from  ilrength  to  ftrength, 

Thro'  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
'Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
'Till  each  in  heav'n  appears  ; 
O  glorious  feat, 
When  God  our  King 
Shall  thither  bring 
Our  wiiir  .tg  i 


PSALM     LXXXV.  171 

5  To  fpend  one  facred  day, 

Where  God  and  faints  abide, 
Affords  diviner  joy 

Than  thou  land  days  befide  : 
Where  God  reforts* 
I  love  it  more 
To  keep  the  door 

Than  mine  in  courts. 

6  God  is  our  fun  and  fhield 

Our  light  and  our  defence ; 
With  gifts  his  hands  are  fill'd, 
We  draw  our  bleffings  thence  ; 
He  mall  befloiW 
On  Jacob's  race 
Peculiar  grace 
And  glory  too. 

7  The  Lord  his  people  loves ; 

His  hand  no  good  withholds 
From  thofe  his  heart  approves,. 
From  pure  and  pious  fouls : 
Thrice  happy  he, 
O  God  of  hofts, 
Whofe  fpirit  trails 
Alone  in  thee, 

PSALM  85.  v.  1,8.  Firft  Part,  Long  Met. 

Waiting  for  an   Anfcxer  to  Prayer  s  or,  Deli* 
vertinte  begun  and  complected* 

1  Y    GPvD,  thou  haft  caiPd  thy  grace  to  mind, 
J—/    Thou  haft  reversed  our  heavy  doom  | 

orgave  when  Ifrael  finn'd, 
ugiit  his  wand' ring  captives  hcme^ 

2  Thou  haft  begun  to  fetus  free, 

And  made  thy  fierce ft  wrath  abate  : 


i72         P  S  A  L  M      LXXXV. 

Now  let- our  hearts  be  tunrd  to  thee, 
And  our  Salvation  be  complete. 

3  Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord, 

And  let  thy  faints  in  thee  rejoice  ; 
Make  known  thy  truth,  fulfill  thy  word  -, 
We  wait  for  praife  to  tune  our  voice. 

4  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  fay  ; 

He'll  i]peak  and  give  his  people  peace  : 
But  let  them  run  no  more  aitray, 
Left  his  returning  wrath  increafe. 

PSALM  85.  v.  9,  Sic.  2d  Part.  Long  Met. 
Salvation  by  Christ. 

1  Q  ALVATJON  it  forever  nigh 

O  The  fouls  that  fear  and  trult  the  Lord  ; 
I  grace,  defcending  from  on  high, 
Freih  hopes  of  glory  mall  afford. 

2  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met, 

Since  Chriil  the  Lord  came  down  from 
Bv  his  obedience  fo  complete  [heav'n 

Juitice  is  pleas'd  and  peace  is  giv'n. 

3  Now  truth  and  honctr  (Hal!  abound, 

igion  dwell  on  earth  again, 
And  heav'nf.  :  bleis  the  ground 

j^eeiner's  gentler  reign. 

4  H;  .me  before,  - 

To  give  us  free  acceis  to  God  ? 
Oi.  et  inall  ltray  no  more, 

fcijd  keep  the  road. 

So.    V. /.-.  3— 13.  Com.  Metre. 

A  j  --  of  Braijk  io  Gun. 

I       A  "ds, 


P  S  A  L  M      LXXXVIX.  173 

Nor  is  their  nature,  mighty  Lord, 
Nor  are  their  works  like  thine. 

The  nations,  thou  hail:  made  mall  bring 
Their  off'rings  round  thy  throne  ; 

For  thou  alone  doit  wond'rous  things, 
For  thou  art  God  alone. 

Lord,  I  would  walk  with  holy  feet, 
Teach  me  thine  heav'nly  ways, 

And  all  my  wand'ring  thoughts  unite 
In  God  my  Father's  praiie. 

4  Great  is  thy  mercy,  and  my  tongue 
Shall  thofe  iweet  wonders  tell, 
How  by  thy  grace  my  unking  foul 
'Rofe  from  the  deeps  of  hell. 

PSALM  87.     Long  Metre. 

The  Church  the  Birth-Flace  of  the  Saints  j  or, 
"Jc-jjs  andGeniiiss  united  in  the  Chrijtia?: church » 

1  4^""^  OD  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 

\JF  Foundation  for  his  heav'niy  praifs  r. 
He  iik'd  the  tents  of  Jacob  well, 
But  frill  in  Sion  loves  to  dwell. 

2  His  mercy  vifits  ev'ry  houfe 

That  pay  their  night  and  morning  vows  ? 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  flay, 
Where  churches  meet  to  praiie  and  pray, 

3  What  glories  were  defcrib'd  of  old  ! 

:  ■  ders  are  in  Zion  told  I 
Thou  esty  of-  our  God  below, 
Thy  fame  mall  Tyre  and  Egypt  kncw. 

1  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  jew, 
ere  begin  their  lives  anew  : 
Angels  and  men  (hall  join  to  fiftg 
The  -hill  where  living  waters  fpring. 
K  z 


74       PSALM      LXXXVIII. 

When  God  makes  up  his  lail  account 
Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 
'Twill  be  ;.  to  appear 

As  one  new  bom  and  nouriili'd  there. 

PSALM  83.     As  the  113th  Pfalm. 

Lpjs  ■■ft.  hnds-f  ana  abjcKce  of  Divine  Grace. 

O  God  of  my  faivation,  hear 
My  nightly  groan,  my  daily  pray'r. 
That  ilili  employ  my  waiting  breath; 
My  foul  declining  to  the  grave, 

res  thy  fov'reign  Povv'r  to  fave 
From, dark  defpair  and  lafting  death. 

~  sath  lies  heavy  on  my  foul, 
And  waves  of  forrow  o'er  me  roll, 

■  e  dull  and  file  nee  fpread  the  gloom; 
friends,  belov'd  in  happier  days, 
.  dear  companions  of  my  ways, 
Defected  around  me  to  the  tomb. 

As  loft  in  lonely  grief  I  tread 
The  mournful  manfions  of  the  dead, 
Or  to  foine  throng'd  afiembly  go  : 
Thro'  ali  alike  I  rove  alone, 
"While,  here  forgotten,  there  unknown, 
The  change  renews  my  piercing  woe. 

.  And  why  will  God  neglect  my  call  ? 
Or  who  fnall  profit  by  my  fall, 

parts  and  love  empire*,  ? 
Can  dufl  anddarknefs  praife  the  L^rd  ? 
Or  wake,  or  brighten  at  his  wora, 
And  tune  the  harp  w  i  it  he  av  e  v.  ]  y  c 

-  Yet  thro'  »»ach  melancholy  day,- 
I've  pray'd  ■ 

Implorii 
But  oh !  my 


PSALM     LXXXIX.         17s 

"And  ail  my  kir\dred  of  the  dead 

Recal  my  wandering  thoughts  to  mourn. 

PSALM   89.  Firft  Part.  Long  Metre. 

The  Covenant  made  with  Christ  ;  or,  the  true 
David. 

1  TpCREVER  fhall  my  fong  record 
J/    The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord  ; 
Mercy  and  truth  for  ever  Hand 

Like  heav'n  efcabliih'd  by  his  hand. 

2  Thus  to  his  fon  he  fware  and  faid, 

"  With  thee  my  covenant  firft  is  mac 

"  In  thee  fhall  dying  fmners  live, 

"  Glory  and  grace  are  thine  to  give. 

3  "  Be  thou  my  Prophet,  thou  my  ItIcji  ; 
"  Thy  children  fhall  be  everbleft  ; 

"  Thou  art  my  chofen  King,  tiiy  thicni 
f<  Shall  Hand  eternal  like  my  own. 

4  Cf  There's  none  of  all  my  f: 
"  So  much  my  image  ; 

**  Celeltial  pow'rj 

"  Then  what  can  earth  to 

5  "  David,  my  fervant,  v  h 
ic  To  gaard  my  flock,  to  cr 
"  A.r  the  Jc    i 


i76  PSALM     LXXXIX. 

And  make  fucceeding  ages  know 
How  faithful  is  his  word. 

2  The  facred  truths  his  lips  pronounce 

Shall  firm  as  heav'n  endure  ; 
And  if  he  fpake  a  promife  once, 
Th'  eternal  grace  is  fure. 

3  How  long  the  race  of  David  held 

The  promis'd  Jewifn  throne  ; 
But  there's  a  nobler  cov'nant  feaPA 
To  David's  greater  Son. 

4  His  feed  forever  fliall  poffefs 

A  throne  above  the  fkies  ; 
-The  meanefl  fubjefts  of  his  grace 
Shall  to  that  glory  rife. 

5  Lord  God  of  holts,  thy  wond'rous  ways 

Are  fung  by  faints  above  : 
And  faints  on  earth  their  honours  raife 
To  thy  unchanging  love. 

PSALM  89.  v.  7>&c.  Second  Part.  CM. 
The  Poiuci'  and  Majejly  of  GOD ,  or,  reveren- 
tial Worjhip. 
1    \  A  ^^^  rev'rence  let  the  faints  appear, 
W       And  bow  before  the  Lord, 
His  high  commands  with  rev'rence  hear. 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

.-   How  terrible  thy  glories  rife  ! 

How  bright  thine  armies  ihine  ! 
Where  is  the  pow'r  with  rhee  that  vies. 
Or  truth  compared  with  thine  ? 

s and  day 


PSALM    LXXXIX.         177 

4  Thy  word  the  raging  winds  coiitroul, 

And  rule  the  boift'rous  deep  ; 
Thou  mak'fl  the  fieeping  billows  roll, 
And  rolling  billows  fleep. 

5  Heav'n,  earth,  and  air,  and  Tea  are  thine, 

And  the  dark  world  of  hell; 
They  faw  thine  arm  in  veng'ance  mine 
When  Egypt  durft  rebel. 

6  JufKce  and  judgment  are  thy  throne, 

Yet  wond'rous  is  thy  grace  ! 
While  truth  and  mercy  join'd  in  one 
Invite  us  near  thy  face. 

PSALM    89.     1 5,-&c.  Third  Part. 

A  Bhjffed  Go/pel. 

1  XJLEST  are  the  fouls.  w]t\o  hear  and  know 
J3  The  gofpel's  joyful  found  ! 

Peace  mail  attend  the  path  they  go, 
And  light  their  Heps  furround. 

2  Their  joy  mail  bear  their  fpirits  up 

Thro'  their  Redeemer's  name ; 

His  righteoufnefs  exalts  their  hope 

And  fills  their  foes  with  fhame. 

3  The  Lord  our  glory  and  defence 

Strength  and  falvation  gives  : 
Iirael,   thy  King  for  ever  reigns, 
Thy  God  for  ever  Jives. 

PSALIv*  89.  iq,  &c.  I 

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his  mercy  knc  wn  ; 
id,  your  help  is  .aid 
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178  PSALM      LXXXIX. 

2  Behold  the  man  my  wifdom  chofc 

Among  your  royal  race  : 
His  head  my  holy  oil  o'erflows, 
With  full  fupplies  of  grace. 

3  High  (hall  he  reign  on  David's  throne, 

My  people's  better  King  ; 
My  arm  mail  beat  his  rivals  down, 
And  Hill  new  fubje&s  bring. 

4  My  truth  ihall  guard  him  on  his  way, 

With  mercy  by  his  fide  ; 
While  in  my  name  o'er  earth  and  fea 
He  fhall  in  triumph  ride. 

5  Me  for  his  Father  and  his  God 

He  Ihall  forever  own, 
Call  me  his  rock,  his  high  abode, 
And  I'll  lupport  my  Son. 

6  My  ftrit-born  Son,  array'din  grace, 

At  my  right  hand  fhall  fit, 
Beneath  him  angels  know  their  place, 
And  monarchs  at  his  feet. 

7  My  cov'nant  Hands  for  ever  fait, 

My  promifes  are  ftrong  ; 
Firm  as  the  heav'ns  his  throne  Ihall  Iaft, 
His  feed  endure  as  long. 

PSALM  89.  v.  30, &c.  Fifth  Part.  C.  M. 

The  Go-uenant  of  Grace   u.:icha'rge.xbitv;  or,  Af- 

fiiSion  njjiihcul  Rejs 
X   XTET  (faith  the  Lord)  if  David's  race, 
JL       The  children  of  my  Son, 
Should  break  my  law;.  ice 

And  t.crnpt  mine  angc 

2  Their  fins  Til  viftt  with  the  1 
And  make  their  folly  i'.v. 


•     PSALM      LXXXIX,  179 

But  I'll  notceafe  to  be  their  God, 
Nor  from  my  truth  depart. 

3  My  covenant  I  will  ne'er  revoke, 
But  keep  my  grace  in  mind  ; 
And  what  eternal  love  hath  fpoke, 
Eternal  truth  fnaii  bind. 

$.  Once  have  I  fwora  (I  need  no  more) 
And  pledged  my  hclinefs, 
To  feal  the  facred  promife  fure 
To  David  and  his  race. 

The  fun  fnall  fee  his  offspring  rife 

And  fpread  from  fea  to  fea, 
Long  as  he  travels  round  the  ikies 

To  give  the  nations  day. 

6  Sure  as  the  moon  that  rules  the  night, 
His  kingdom  mall  endure, 
'Till  the  fix'd  laws  of  made  and  light 
Shall  be  obf'erv'd  no  more. 

PSALM  89.  v.  47.  Sixth  Part.  Long  Met. 

Mortality  and  Hope,     [A  funeral  Pfalm.J 

1  "Q  EMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  itate 
J£\^  Jbiow  frail  our  iife^  how  mort  cur  date  I 
Where  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breath 
Safe  from  difeafe,  fecure  from  death. 

2  Lord,  while  we  fee  whole  nations  die, 
Cur  fbfh  and  ftrength  repine  and  cry, 
"  Mail  death  for  ever  rage  and  reign  i 
"  Or  haft  thou  made  mankind  in  vain  '■■'" 

3  Where-  is  thypromife  to  the  juft  ? 
Are  not  thy  fervants  turn'd  to  dull:  ? 
But  faith  forbids  thefe  mournful  ilgas, 
And  fees  the  fiesping  duitadfe. 


180         PSALM      LXXXIX. 

4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  faints  away, 
And  clears  the  honour  of  thy  word  : 
Awake,  our  fouls,  and  blefs  the  Lord. 

PSALM    89.    Ver.  47,  &c.    Lafl  Part. 

As  the  113th  Pfalm. 

Life,  Death,  and  the  Refurredion, 


iHpF 


HINK,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man, 
dw  fe  w  his  hours,  how  fhort  his  fpan ! 
Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave  : 
Who  can  fecure  his  vital  breath 
Again!!  the  bold  demands  of  death 
"With  fltill  to  fly  or  po  v'r  to  fave  ? 

1  Lord,  mall  it  be  for  ever  {aid, 
t(  The  race  of  man  was  only  made 

"  For  ficknefs,  forrow,  and  the  duft  ?" 
A  re  not  thy  fervants  day  by  day 

at  to  their  graves  and  turn'd  to  clay? 
Lord  where's  thy  kindnefs  to  the  juflr 

;  Haft  thou  not  promised  to  thy  Son, 
.  all  his  (ced  a  heav'nly  crown  ? 
But  fiefh  and  fenfe  indulge  defpair  ; 
Forever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 
That  faith  can  read  his  holy  word, 
And  find  a  refurrettion  there. 

For  ever  biefied  be  the  Lord, 

0  gives  his  faints  a  long  reward, 
For  all  their  toil  reproach  and  pain  ; 
Let  all  Below  and  all  above, 
^join  to  proclaim  thy  wend' ro-'i<-  )  nc\ 
I  each  repeat  their  '• 


PSALM      XC.  iSi 

PSALM  90.    Long  Metre. 

Man  mortal ',  and  GOD  eternal. 

A  mournful  Song  at  a  Funeral. 

r  ^Tr^HRO'  ev'ry  age,  eternal  God, 

X  Thou  art  our  reft,  our  fafe' abode: 
High  was  thy  throne  e'er  heav'n  was  made* 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footftool  laid. 

2  Long  had'ft  thou  reign'd  ere  time  began, 
Or  dull  was  faihion'd  to  a  man ; 

And  long  thy  kingdom  fhall  endure 
When  earth  and  time  lhall  be  no  more. 

3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity : 

Thy  dreadful  fentence,  Lord,  was  juit, 
"  Return  ye  finners,  to  your  dull. " 

4  [A  thoufand  of  our  years  amount 
Scarce  to  a  day  in  thine  account, 
Like  yellerday's  departed  light ; 
Or  the  lafb  watch  of  ending  night. 

Pause. 

5  Death,  like  an  overflowing  flream, 
Sweeps  us  away  ;  our  life's  a  dream  ; 
An  empty  tale  ;  a  morning  flow'r, 

Cut  down  and  wither 'd  in  an  hour, 

« 

£  [Our  age  to,  feventy  years  is  fet: 
How  fhort  the  time  !  how  frail  the  $ate  ! 
And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive, 
We  :hand  groan  than  live. 

7  But  oh  how  oft  thy  wrath  appears, 
And  cuts  off  cur  expected  years  1 
Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread  I 
We  feiur  Use-pom's  that  (hikes  us  dead.  J 
L 


ilft  P  S  A  L  M      XC. 

8  Teach  us,  OLori.  how  frail  is  man: 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  the  fpan, 
'"Till  a  wife  care  of  piety- 
Fit  us  to  die,  and  Swell  with  thee. 

PSALM  90.  v.  1—5.  Firft  Part.  C.  Met. 

1  Man  Frail,  and  GOD  Eternal. 

I    /^%UR  God,  our  help  in  ages'  pail, 
\J     Our  hope  for  years  to*  come, 
Our  melter  from  the  ltormy  blaft, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

z  Beneath  the  lhadow  of  thy  throne 
Thy  faints  have  dwelt  fecure  : 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
y    And  my  defence  is  fure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  flood, 
Or  earth  received  her  frame, 
From  everlailing  thou  art  God, 
To  endlefs  years  the  iame. 

4.  Thy  word  commands  our  fleih  to  dull, 
"  Return  ye  foes  of  men  ;1? 
All  nations  rofe  from  earth  at  lint, 
And  turned  to  earth  again. 

c  A  thouH'.nd  ages  in  thy 

Are  like  an  evening  gone  ; 
Short  as  the 

Hcfcre  the  rifingdawn. 

6  [Ti 

'  •  Jives  aw 

Arc 
Ami 

7  Time,  3 

Bears  ail  il 


P  S  A  L 

M 

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They  fly  forgotten 

as 

a 

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m 

Dies  at  the  op'n 

r  " 

8 

Like  rlow'ry  i:  -:' 
Pieas'd  with  the 

nd 

The  floy'rs  beneai 

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3 

vers 

hand 

Lie  with'rii 

e  ' 

j  • 

nig; 

:t. 

9 

Cur  God,  our 
Our  hep- 

pait. 

Be  thou  our  guard 

via 

- 

And  our  eternal 

.'--.. 

ai 

F 

SALMoo.v.8,11 

.2, 

re 

,12. 

2d - 

Infirmities  and  Mortality  the 
Life,  Old  Agt,  and  Prepa 

1  J    GRD,  if  thine  eyes  iarvey 
JL*     And  jufdee  _;; ;. 

Thy  dreadful  wrath  exc 
And  burns  beyond  our  i 

2  Thine  anger  tjirnso) 

By  one  cnence  to  thee, 
Adam,  with  all  his  ions,  ha ,  t 
Their  immortality. 

3  Life,  likfe a  vain  an:    fe* 

A  fable  or  a  (1 ;  t 
By  fwift  dec;;': 
Nor  can  our 


184    .  PSALM      XC. 

6  Almighty  God,  reveal  thy  love, 

And  not  thy  wrath  alone  : 
Oh  let  our  fweet  experience  prove 
The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 

7  Our  fouls  would  learn  the  heav'nly  art 

T'  improve  the  hours  we  have, 
That  we  may  act  the  wifer  pa^rt, 
And  live  beyond  the  grave. 

PSALM  90.  v.  I3,&c.  Third  Part.  C.  M. 

Breathing  after  Heaven. 

1  TJ  ETURN,  O  God  of  love  return; 
Jt\.,     Earth  is  a  tirefome  place  : 
How  long  fhall  we  thy  children  mourn 

Our  abfence  from  thy  face  ? 

2  Letheav'n  fucceed  our  painful  years, 

Let  fin  and  forrow  ceafe, 

And  in  proportion  to  our  tears 

So  make  our  joys  increafe. 

3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  fervants.  mow, 

Make  thy  own  work  compleat ; 
Then  fhall  o<ur  fouls  thy  glory  know, 
And  own  t  hy  love  was  great. 

#.  Then  fhall  we  ihine  before  thy  throne 
In  all  thy  beauty,  Lord  : 
And  the  poor-  fervice  we  have  done 
Meet  a  div  ine  reward, 

PSALM  90.  v.  5,  10,  12.  Short  Metre. 

The  Frailty  and  Shortnefs  of  Life** 
I    Y    ORD,  what  a  feeble  piece 

JLy  Is  this  o-ur  mortal  fraire  ! 
Our  life  how  prxar  a  tnile  ?ds, 

That  fcarce  dr-fcrves-the  'name. 


PSALM      XCI.  185 

2  Alas,  the  brittle  clav 
That  built  our  bod/  firft  ! 

And  ev'ry  month,  and  ev'ry  day, 
'Tis  mould' ring  back  to  duft. 

3  Our  moments  fly  apace, 
Our  feeble  pow'rs  decay, 

Swift  as  a  uood  our  hairy  days 
Are  fweeping  us  away. 

4  Yet  if  our  days  mint  fly, 
We'll  keep  their  end  in  fight, 

We'll  fpend  them  all  in  wifdom's  ways, 
And  let  them  fpeed  their  flight. 

5  They'll  waft  us  fooner  o'er 
This  life's  tempeftuous  fea, 

Soon  we  mall  reach  the  peaceful  more 
Of  blefl  eternity. 

PSALM  91. v.  i^.FirftPartLG^I^ti 

Safety  in  Public  Difeafes  and  Dangers. 

1  T  TL  that  hath  made  his  refage  God, 
J~~Jl  Shall  find  a  moit  fecure  abode.; 
Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  made, 
And  there  at  night  mall  reil  his  head. 

2  Then  will  I  fay,  <f  My  God,  thy  pow'z 

hall  be  my  fortrefs  and  .my  tow'r, 
m  form'd  of  feeble  duft 
mine  almighty  arm  my  trurt.*' 
5  7.   i,oe  happy  man !   thy  Maker's  cere 
th '-      ep  thee  from  the  fowler's  fna. 
Ptan    >atan*s  wiles,  who  ,t:ii  betray  ■. 
X.  n  ~uar  led  fouls  a  thouland  ways. 

4  Juft  a*  a  hen  p/;o:e^s  fcer  brood. 

From  birds  o£  prey  that  leek  their  bloc  a. 


iS6  P  S  A  L  M      XCI. 

rd  his  faithful  faints {hall  guard, 
I  endlefs  life  be  their  rev 

ring  beams  of  noon  confpire 
:ntia!  fire, 
eir  life,  his  wings  are  fpfead 
To  fhield  them  with  a  healthful  fhade. 

6  If  vapours  with  malignant  breath 

tidnight  death, 
.  el  is  fafe  :   the  poifon'd  air 

Ire  if  Ifrael's  God  be  there. 

Pause. 

7  What  the'  a  thoufand  at  thy  fide, 
Around  thy  path  ten  thoufand  ciy'd, 

God  hischofen  people  faves 
Higft  the  dead,  amid  aves. 

a  he  fent  his  angel  down 
i  his  wrath  in  ligypt  known, 
their  ions,  his  careful  eye 
the  doors  of  Jacob  by. 

i  if  the  fire,  or  plague  orfwerd, 
he  Lord, 
nong  the  reft,    ' 

.  .Ire 
L 


f  P  S  A  L  M      XCI.  187 

Come  make 'the  Lord  your  dwelling  place 

And  try  and  trail  his  care. 

2  No  ill  mail  enter  where  you  dwell; 
Or  if  -rue  come  nigh, 

And  .  \s.  wicked  down  to  hell, 

'X\.  i|j  i    /;  .he  mints  on  high. 

3  He'll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 

Your  feet  in  all  their  ways  ; 
To  watch  pur  pillow  while  you  fieep, 
And  guard  your  happy  days. 

4  Their  hands  mall  bear  you,  left  you  fail 

And  dam  againit  the  Hones ; 

Are  they  not  fer.vants  at  his  cai-, 

And  fent  t'  attend  his  ions  ? 

5  Adders  and  lions  ye  (hall  tread  ; 

The  tempters  wiles  defeat : 
He  that  hath  broke  the  ferpent's  head 
Puts  him  beneath  your  itti, 

6  "  Becaufe  on  me  they  fet  their  1: 

'*  I5il  faye  them  faith  the  Lord  ; 
<(  I'll  bear  their  joyful  fouls  abcrv 
"Tjz  -  :h?fwoxd. 


182  PSAL  M     XCII. 

PSALM  92.  Firft  Part.  Long  Metre. 

A  Pfalm   tor  the  Lord'' s   Day. 

1  Q  WEET  is  the  work,  my  God",  my  King 
KjTo  praife  thy  name,give  thanks  and  ring 
To  fhew  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  facred  reft, 

No  mortal  care  mall  ieize  my  breaft, 
Oh  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  folemn  found. 

3  My  heart  mail  triumph  in  my  Lord. 
And  blefs  his  works  and  biei\  his  word  ; 
Thy  works  of  grace  how  bright  rhey  fhine  \ 
How  deep  thy  counfels  !  how  divine  ! 

4  Fools  never  raife  their  thoughts  fo  high  ; 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die  : 
Like  grafs  they  flourifh,  'till  thy  breath 
Biaft  them  in  everlafiing  death. ' 

5  But  I  'hall  fhare  a  glorious  part 
Whenvrace  hath  well  refin'd  myheart, 
And  frefh  fupplies  of  joy  are  fhed 
Like  holy  oil  to  cheer  mv  head. 

6  Sin  (my  worit  enemy  before) 

Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more  ; 
Iviy  inward  foes  mail  all  be  flain, 
Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  again. 

7  Then  fhaill  fee,  and  hear,  and  know, 
All  I  defVd,  or  wiih'd  below  s 

And  ev'ry  pow'r  find  fweet  esipl 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

PSALM  92.  v.  ia,&c. 

J    T    ORD,  'tis  a 

i^j  In  gardens  rjlauud  by  thin 


. 


P  $  A  L  M    XCIII.  189 

Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  feen 
Like  a  young  cedar  frelh  and  green. 

2  There  grow  thy  faints  in  faith  and  love, 
Bleil  with  thine  influence  from  above  ; 
Not  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees 

Yields  fuch  a  comely  light  as  thefe. 

3  The  plants  of  grace  fnall  ever  live  ; 
(Nature  decays,  but  grace  muft  thrive} 
Time,  that  doth  all  things  elie  impair. 
Still  makes  them  nouriih  ftrong  ana  fair. 

4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age  they  fhew, 
The  Lord  is  holy,  juil  and  trfce  ; 
None  that  attend  his  gates  (hall  nnd 
A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 

PSALM  93.  Firft  Met.  As  the  iboth  Pfclm. 

The  Eternal  and  the  Sovereign  GOD 

1  TEHO  VAH  reigns ;  he  dwell?  in  light, 
J    Girded  with  majefty  and  might ; 
The  world  created  by  his  hands 

Still  on  its  hrft  foundatiomtoids. 

2  But  ere  this  fpacious  world  was  made, 
Or  had  its  firft  foundation  laid. 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  flood, 
Thyfeif  the  ever-living  God. 

3  1-rr  uQods  the  angry  nations  rile, 

their  rage  againil  the  fkies  ; 
.  that  aim  their  rage  Co  high  ! 
sboke  the  billows  die. 

4  I  :t  ercr  ihall  thy  throne  endure  $ 
Thy  promile  Hands  for  ever  fare  ; 
And  everUilins;  hoiinefs 

JE 


1 9o  PSALM      XCIII. 

PSALM  93.  2d  Met.  As  the  old  50th  pfalm. 

1  A~|— VKE  Lord  of  glory  reigns, he  reigns  on 

JL  high ; 

His  robes  of  ftate  are  ftrength  and  majefty ; 
This  wide  creation  rofe  at.  his  command, 
Built  by  his  word,  eilablifli'd  by  his  hand  : 
Long  ilood  his  throne  «re  he  began  creation, 
And  his  own  Godhead  is  the  firm  foundation. 

2  God  is  th' eternal  king  ;  thy  foes  in  vain 
\Raife  their  rebellions  to  confound  thy  reign; 
In  vain  the  fiorms,  in  vain  the  floods  arife, 
And  rear  and   tofs  their  waves  againft  the 

ikies  ; 
Foaming  at   Heav'n,  they  rage  with  wild 
commotion, 

arches  fcorn  the  fweliing* 
ocean. 

empefb,  rage  nomore ;  ye  floods,be  frill, 

I  thou,  rr&d  world,  fubmiiiive  to  his  will ; 

i  on  his  truth,  his  church  mufl  ever  feand; 

Firm  are  his  groroifes  and  ftrong  his  hand  : 

See  his  own  iflttk  when  they  appear  before 

him,  ™ 

at  his  footftool,and  with  fear  adore  him. 

PSALM  93 ,  Third  Met.  A?  the  old  1  zzd  pfaimj 

1  >  i^^HE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns,       f. 

J[        And  royal  ilate  maintains, 
ties  (irownM  > 
Array'd  in  robes  ot  light, 
irt  with  fo'/;rei™n  might, 
And  rays  of  m.  tnd. 

2  Uoheld  by  thy  commands 

The  world  f 


PSAL  M      XCIV.  191 

Thy  throne  was  fix'd  on  high 
E're  ftars  adorn'd  the  iky; 
Eternal  is  thy  kingdom,  Lord. 

3  In  vain  the  noiiy  crowd, 
Like  billows  fierce  and  loud, 

Againit  thine  empire  rage  and  roar  ; 

In  vain  with  angry  fpite 

The  furly  nations  fight, 
And  daili  like  waves  againft  the  more, 

4  Let  floods  and  nations  rage, 
And  all  their  pcw'r  engage, 

Let  fwelling  tides  afTanit  the  iky  ; 
The  terrors  of-  thy  frown 
Shall  beat  their  roadnefs  down  : 

Thy  throne  forever  Hands  on  higr;, 

5  Thy  promifes  are  true, 
Thy  grace  is  ever  new, 

There'  hx/d  thy  church  (hall  ne'er  remove  jj 

Thy  faints  with  holy  fear 

Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 
And  fing  thine  everlallmg  love. 
Repeat  the 'fourth Jianz-a  to  c'mtip 

PS  ALM  94.  v.  i,23  7, 14.  Firft  P 

Saints    chajtifcdy    a*4  Sinners    .        - 
injfvudi-ve  Jj[    3'm 
GOD  !  to  whom  ce.venge 
Proclaim  thy  wrath  ai:  : 

Let  ^  ■   '-'-■ 

Letjuili-- 

Gah  he  be  deaf,  who  faritiM 
Or  blind  who  -"  ■ 

He  knows  their  imt.i. 


192  PS  A  L  M      XCIV. 

His  wrath  &all  pierce  their  fouls  with  pain 
In  Tome  furprilmg  hour. 

4  But  if  thy  faints  deferve  rebuke, 

Thou  haft  a  gentler  rod  : 
Thy  providence,  thy  facred  book 
Shall  make  them  know  their  Gotl. 

5  Blcft  is  the  man  thy  hands  chaftife, 

And  to  his  duty  draw  : 
Thy  fcoarges  make  thy  children  wife 
When  they  forget  thy  law. 

6  But  God  will  ne'er  caft  off  his  faints, 

Nor  his  own  promife  break  : 
He  pardons  his  inheritance 
For  their  Redeemer's  fake. 
PSALM  94. v.  16—23.  SecondPart.  CM. 
GOD  our  Support  and  Comfort  /  or,  Deliverance 

from  'Temptation  and  Perfecution. 
I  TITHO  will  arife  and  plead  my  right 
-  VV       Againit  my  num'rous  foes-? 
While  earth  and  hell  their  force  unite, 
And  all  my  hopes  oppofe. 
3  Had  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help, 
Suftam'd  my  fainting  head, 
My  life  had  now  in  ftlence  dwelt, 
My  foul  amongft  the  dead. 

3  "  Alas  !  my  Hiding  feet !"  I  cry'd, 

Thy  promife  bore  me  up  ; 
Thy  grace  flood  conitant  by  my  fide, 
And  rais'd  my  finking  hope. 

4  While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts 

Within  my  bofom  roll,  * 

Thy  boundief:  love  Forgives  my  faults, 
Thy  comforts  cheer  my 
£  Pow'rs  of  iniquity  may  rife, 
And  frame  pernicious  laws ; 

•  ^.r.  I    *>      ■    l'»    <MMT 


PSALM      XCV.  irb 

But  God  my  refuge  rules  the  Ikies, 
He  will  defend  my  caufe. 

Let  malice  vent  her  rage  aloud, 

Lot  bold  blafphemers  fcofF  ; 
The  Lord  our  God  {hall  judge  the  proud, 

And  cut  the  tinners  off. 


■s" 


PSALM   95.     Common  Metre. 

A  Pfalm  before  Prayer. 

NG  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 
And  in  his  ftrength  rejoice  ; 
When  his  falvation  is  our  theme, 
Exalted  be  our  voice. 

With  thanks  approach  his  awful  fight, 
And  Pialms  of  honour  ling  ; 

The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundlefs  might, 
The  whole  creation's  King. 

Let  princes  hear,  let  angels  know, 
How  mean  their  natures  feem, 

Thole  Gods  on  high,  and  Gods  below, 
When  once  compar'd  with  him. 

Earth,  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep, 

Lies  in  his  fpaqious  hand  ; 
He  iix'd  the  feas  what  bounds  to  keep, 

And  where  the  hills  muft  Hand. 

Come,  and  with  humble  fouls  adore, 
Qom-e,  kneel  before  his  face: 

the  creatures  of  his  pow'r 
Lren  of  his  grace  ! 

time,  he  bends  his  ear, 
. .  for  your  requefi ; 
:.,  left  he  roufe  his  wrath  and  iVsar, 
*'  Ye  (hall  tim  fee  my  reft," 


194        '       P  S  A  L  M    XCV. 
PSA  LM   95.  Short  Metre. 

yhlm  be  fere  Sermon. 
I   ^"^OIVIE,  found  his  praife  abroad, 
V>      And  hymns  'of  glory  iing  : 
Jehovah  is  the  fov'reign  God, 
The  univerfal  kin 

z  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown  ; 
He  gave  the  Teas  their  bound  : 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  folid  ground. 

3   Cone,   worihip  at  his  throne, 
Co  before  the  Lord  : 

We  .;ks,  and  not  our  own  : 

He  fcrm'u  us  by  his  word. 

end  his  voice, 

e  provoke  his  rod  : 
.he  the  people  of  his  choice, 
."ii  your  gracious  God. 

f  your  ears  refufe 

j  of  his  grace, 
hard,  liks  itubborn  jews, 

.  iag  race. 

in  veng'ance  drefs'd, 
nd  iwear, 
tc  \  fe  my  promised  reft, 

'*  Sh  re;" 

.  PS  ALI\1  95.  v.  1, 2, 3, 6 — 1 1.  Long  Met. 

i 


I 

p  5  AX  M      XcVfc  '  *95 

Come,  lctourfouhaddre&tl.eLorJ 

Who  fram'd  cur  namres  wte  ^' 

:Heisourfcepherd:wethemeep 

His  mercy  choie,  his  paiiuies  k.ep. 
Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day, 
The  counfels  of  his  icve  obey, 
Nor  let  our  hardened  nearts  rene w    ^ 
The  fins  and  plagues  tnr* 


Ifrael,  that  faw  his  works  of  grace, 
Yet  tempt  their  maK 
A  raithleis  unbelieving  qiooa^ 
Thaitir'dtke  patience  or  tiieii  i?*K£ 

Thus  iaith  the  Lord,"  i"^0^Jtii; ; 

<<  Forget  my  ; 

"  Since  tl.: 

"  Their  feet  i - 

[Look  back,  my  Cox 

And  view  thofe  anient  ret 

Attend  the  offg 

Nor  loie  the  .    ~-  "    "        aeiA;/. 

t  Seize  the  kind  ;  -:   ~ 

And  march  to  Zion 

Believe  abd  take  me  pro; 

Obey,  an 

PSA"  -  2> 


2  Si 


biei 


*96  P  S  A  L  M      XCVII. 

His  pow'r  the  finking  world  fuftains, 
And  grace  furrounds  his  throne. 

3  Let  heav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 

Joy  through  the  earth  be  feen  ; 
Let  cities  mine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

4  The  joyous  earth,  the  bending  Ikies 

His  g  orious  train  difplay  ; 
„    Ye  fountains  fink,  ye  val'iies  rife, 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

5  Behold  he  comes,  he  comes  to  blefs 

The  nations  as  their  God  : 
To  mew  the  world  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  fend  his  truth  abroad. 
[h  voice  mall  raife  the  flumb'ring  dead, 
And  bid  the  world  draw  near* 
But  Jiow  will  guilty  nations  dread, 

To  fee  their  judge  appear  ! 
PSALM  97.     As  the  1 13th  Pfalm. 
The  GOD  of  the  Gentiles 
ET  ail  the  earth  their  voices  raife, 
1^/  To  fing  the  choiceft  Pfalm  df  praife. 

To  fing  and  blefs  Jehovah's  name  : 
His  glory  lee  the  heathens  know 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  mow, 
And  all  his  faying  works  proclaim. 

2  The  heathen's  know  thy  glory,  Lord, 
The  wond'ring  nations  read  thy  word, 

But  heie  Jehovah's  name  is  known  : 
Nor  fliall  our  woiihip  e;er  be  paid 
To  gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made  * 

Our  maker  is  our  God  alone. 

3  He  fram'd  the  glebe,  he  built  Lhe  fey, 
He  nude  the  ihining  wcrids-cn  U% 


PSALM      XCVII.  197 

And  reigns  compleat  in  glory  there 
His  beams  are  majeity  and  light; 
His  beauties  how  divinely  bright ! 

His  temple  how  divinely  fair  ! 

4  Come  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
When  earth  mail  feel  his  faving  pow'r, 

And  barb'rous  nations  fear  his  name  ; 
Then  ihall  the  race  of  men  confefs 
The  beauty  of  his  holinefs, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 

PSALM  97.  v.  1, 5.  Firft  Part.  Long  Met. 
Chriji  reigneth  in  hea<ven,  and  coming  to  judgment* 

1  TT  E  reigns ;  the  Lord, the  Saviour  reigns ! 
Jj.   Praife  him  in  evangelic  {trains  :  . 
Let  the  whole  earth  in  fongs  rejoice, 
And  diftant  iflands  join  their  voice. 

2  Deep  are  his  counfels  and  unknown ; 
But  grace  and  truth  fupport  his  throne  S 
Tho'  gloomy  clouds  his  ways  furrouncj, 
Juftice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

3  Inrobesof  judgement,  lo,  he  comes, 
Shakes  the  wide  earth,   and  cleaves   the 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire,   [tomb;-  ; 
The  mountains  melt,  the  leas  retire. 

4  His  enemies  with  fore  difmay 

Fly  from  the  fight  and  fliun  the  day  ; 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  faints,  Oja-Ji 
for  your  redemption's  1 

PS^  :  v.  6—9.  2d  Part.  Long  ll-L 

£.  H  ?.  1  s  t  J 3  Incarnation. 

!  '**"T~*HE  Lord  is  come;  the  heav'nc  proclaim. 
X.    His  birth  ;  the  nations  learn  his  name; 


PS  A  L  M      XC 

An  unknown  (tar  dii  road 

Of  eatlern  fages  to  their  God. 

2  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  ikies, 
Go,  wjfrdre  the  Saviour  lies  : 

gels  and  kings  before  him  how, 
Thofe  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below. 

3  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 

And  their  own  worfhippers  confound  : 

But  Sion  mail  his  glories  fing, 

And  earth  confefs  her  fov'reign  king. 

PSALM  97.    Third  Part.   Long  Metre. 

Grace  and  Gicry. 
I   ^~"f~^H'  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high 
J[      0\v  all  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  fky  ; 
and  darkneis  veil  his  feet, 
dwelling  is  the  mercy  feat, 

it  love  ids  holy  name,  ** 

te  ev'ry  work  of  fin  and  fname  ; 
He  guards  the  fouls  of  all  his  friends, 
1  from,  the  fnares  of  hell  defen 

:  1  joys  unknown, 

•  A.ie  for  the  faints  in  d 
Tiv  rife,  1 

.   and  record 
foul  thin  1 


PS  A  L  M      XCVII.'  199 

lis  word  like  fire  prepares  the  \v?,y, 

nd  mountains  me  it  to  plains. 
3is  prefence  finks  the  proudeit  bills, 

Ana  makes  the  vaiiies  rife  ;         * 
The  humble  foul  enjoys  his  imiles, 

The  Haughty  iinner  dies, 
the  heav'ns  hj|  nghtful  pow'r  proclaim ; 

The  idol- gods  around 
Fill  their  own  worfhippers  with ihame, 

And  totter  to  the  ground. 

Adoring  angels  at  his  birth 

Made  the  kedeeiDer  known  ;. 
Thus  ihail  he  come  to  judge  the  earth, 

And  angels  guard  his  tin  one. 
His  foes  mail  tremble  at  his  fight, 

And  hills  and  ieas  retire  : 
feis  children,  take  their  unknown  fti ; 

And  leave  the  world  on  lire. 

The  feeds  of  joy  and  glory  fowu 

For  faints  in  datkneis  here, 
'Shall  rife  and  fprbgin  worlds  unkiv 

And  a  rich  harvert  bear  : 

SALM  98.  Firit  Part.  Common  3 

},  rill  for  tfa  GiJ}eL  v 

T':\>y  maker,  G  .. 
-.:■  be  addrefs'd  -t 
fchines  :.'  -   adj 
i      til. 


The 


aeo  PSALM      XCIX. 

3  Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim 
With  all  her  difPrent  tongues : 
Andfpread  the  honoar  of  his  name 
In  melody  and  longs. 


:r 


PSALM   98.   Second  Part.   Com.  Metr 
The  M'£  .s  s  1  a  h  '  s  coming  and  Kingdom. 

1  TOY  to  the  world  ;  the'Lord  is  come 
Jl      Let  earth  receive  her  king  : 
Let  ev'fy  heart  prepare  him  Foom, 

And  heav'n  and  nature  ring. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns ; 

Let  men  their  fongs  employ  ; 

While,  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  ar 

Repeat  the  founding  joy.  [plain. 

3  No  more  let  fins  and  forrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infer!  the  ground  : 
He  comes  to  make  his  bleiTmgs  flow, 
Far  as  the  curfe  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

PSALM  99.   Firft  Part.   Short  Metre. 
j    Christ's  Kingdom  and  fvlajtjtj. 

1  /"X'"VHK  God  Jehovah  reigns, 

X        Let  all  the  nations  faar  ; 

Let  tinners  tremble  at  his  throng 

Aim 

2  Jefus  the  Saviour  reigns, 

Le<;  earth  adore  it's  Lord  : 
Brigh:  chcruos  hi,>  attendant 
Swift  to  fuira  his  word. 


P  S  A  L  M      C.  201 

iSion  ftandshis  throne, 

His  honours  are  divinej 
lis  church  .(hall  make  his  wonders  kiibwHf 

For.  there  his  glories  ilune> 

rlow  holy  is  his  name  ! 

Kow  terrible  his  praife  ! 
pftice  and  truth,  and  judgment  join 

In  ail  his- works  of  grace. 

r'SALM  99*2d  Part.  Short  Metre. 
A  holy  God  tioorjhipped  <voith  Reverence. 

EXALT1  the  Lord  our  God, 
And  worihip  at  his. feet, 
His  nature  is  all  holinefs, 
And  mercy  is  his  feat. 

When  Ifrael  was  his  church, 

When  Aaron  was  his  prieit, 
When  Moles  cry'd,  when  Samuel  pray'd. 

He  gave  his  people  reft. 
Oft  he  forgave  their  fins  ; 
.  Nor  would  deftroy  their  race ; 
And  oft  he  made  his  vengeance  known 
When  they  abus'd  his  grace. 

Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 

Whole  grace  is  fciil  the  fame ; 

Still  he's  a  God  of  hoiinefs, 
And  jealous  for  his  name. 

PSALM     100.    Firft    Me-re,   a  plain 
Tranflation. 

.?/, ':  to  our  Creator* 

Ys  round  the  earth,  rejoice 
:ife  Lord  your  fov'reign  King  ; 
Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice, 
Witii  ail  your  torques  his  glorying. 


r  5  A  L  iVI     u. 

2  The  Lord  is  God 'tis  he  alone 
Doth  life  and  breach  and  being  give  : 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own  ; 
The  iheep  that  on  his  paftures  live. 

3  Enter,  his  gates  with  fongs  of  joy, 
With  praii'es  to  his  courts  repair ; 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ 

To  pay  your  thanks  and  honors  there. 

4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind; 
Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  fure  : 

ie  race  of  man  mall  iind 
s  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

FSALM  ioo.  2d  Metre.  AParaphrafe 

1  "OEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
J3  Y-  nations  bow  with  facred  joy  : 
Knpw  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  ; 

He  can  create,  and  he  derlroy, 

2  His  fov'reign  power,  without  our  aid, 

•de  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men  i 
And  wheivlike  wand'ring  iheep  we  itray 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again.    ' 

ar6  Ms  people,  we  his  care, 
Our  fouls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  : 
iat  1  ailing  honours  mall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

!  croud  thy  gates  with  thankful  fong 

iv'n  oar  voices'  raife 

th  her  ten  thr.ifand  tongue 

i  is  thy  c  v 


PSALM      CL  203 

?  S  A  L"  M     101.     Long  Metre. 

The  Magijf rate's  ffalm. 

I   "7%  /TERCY  and  judgment  are  my  fong  : 
J.  VJL  Anil  k-»ce  they  both  to  thee  belong, 
My  gracious  God,  my  righteous  King, 
To  tiiee  my  Tongs  and  vows  lifting. 

z  If  I  am  rais'd  to  bear  the  fword, 
I'll  take  my  counfel  from  thy  word, 
Thy  juiHce  and  thy  heav'niy  grace 
Shall  be  the  pattern  of  my  ways. 

3  Let  wifdom  ail  my  adtions  guide, 
And  let  my  God  with  me  re. 

No  wicked  thing  {hall  dwell  with  me. 
Which  may  provoke  thy  jeal  3 

4  No  fcns  of  fiandcr,  ra're  and  it: 
■     Shall  be  companions  of 

The  haughty)   ok 
Within  my  door's 

5  FI'll  fearch  the  Land  and  raiie  ■ 
To  poits  of  honour  "  .   ■ 
The  men  that  work,  thy  holy 
Shall  be  my  friends  and  fav:; 

6  In  vain  {hall  tinners  hope  to  . 
By  flatting  or  malicious  lies  ; 

ie  innocent  I  -  u 


204  PSALM     CII. 

PSALM    101.  Common  Metre. 
A  Pfalm  for  a  Maficr  of  a  Family. 

1  /^\F  juftice  and  of  power  I  fing, 
Vy  And  pay  my  God  my  vows, 
Thy  grace  and  juftice,  heav'nly  King, 

Teach  me  to  rule  my  houie. 

2  Now  to  my  tent,  O  God,  repair, 

And  make  thy  fervant  wife  ; 

I'll  fuffer  nothing  near  me  there 

That  mall  offend  thine  eyes. 

3  The  man  that  doth  his  neighbour  wrong 

By  falfhood  or  by  force, 
Tiic  fcornful  eye,  the  fiand'rous  tongue, 
I'll  banifh  from  my  doors. 

4  I'll  feek  the  faithful  and  the  juft, 

And  will  their  help  enjoy ; 
Thefe  are  the  friends  that  I  mall  trufl,     ' 
The  fervants  I'll  employ. 

5  The  wretch  that  deals  in  fly  deceit 

I'll  not  endure  a  night ; 
The  liar's  tongue  I  ever  hate, 
And  banifh  from  my  fight, 

6  I'll  purge  my  family  around, 

And  make  the  wicked  flee  ; 
So  mail  my  houfe  be  ever  found 
A  dwelling  fit  for  thee. 

PSALM  102.  i— 13,20,21,1ft Part. CM. 

A  Prayer  of  the  Affix  tied. 

1  T  TEAR  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face, 
XI  But  anfwcr,  left  I  die  : 
Haft  thou  not  built  a  throne  of  giac^ 
To  hear  when  finners  crv  ,? 


PS'AL  M      CII. 

z  My  days  are  wafted  like  the  fmoke 
Diffolving  in  the  air  ; 
My  ftrength  is  dry 'd,  my  heart  is  broke, 
And  linking  in  deipair. 

3  My  fpirits  flag  like  with'ring  grafs 

Burnt  with  exceflive  heat : 
r  In  fecret  groans  my  minates  pafs, 

And  I  forget  to  eat. 

4.  As  on  forae  lonely  building's  top, 
The  fparrow  tells  her  moan, 
Far  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  hope 
I  fit  and  grieve  alone. 

5  My  foul  is  like  a  wildernefs, 

Where  beaits  of  midnight  he 
Where  the  fad  raven  fin  i  t$ xe, 

And  where  the  fcrearning  owl. 

6  Dark  difmal  thoughts  and  boding  fears 

Dwell  in  my  troubled  breair ; 
Whilef  fharp  reproaches  woundmy  ears-, 
Nor  give  my  fpirit  reft. 

7  My  cup  is  mingled  with  my  woe% 

And  tears  are  my  repaft  : 
■  My  daily  bread  like  aflies  grows 
Unpieafant  to  my  taile, 

S  Senfe  can  afford  no  real  joy 
To  fouls  that  feel  thy  fro-.  ; 
Lord  'twas  thy  hand  advanc'     .       ii 
Thy  handk;.   ;ai     ned 
9  My 

-^  iiie's  decimir  |    ight 
,    Grows  faint  as  ev\  &res 

That  vara.  1       -    -  igkt* 

M 


!OJ 


2o6  PSALM      CII. 

10  But  thou  for  ever  art  the  fame, 

O  my  eternal  God  ;  . 
Ages  to  come  mail  know  thy  name, 
And  fpread  thy  works  abroad. 

1 1  Thou  wilt  arife,  and  mew  thy  face, 

Nor  will  my  Lord  delay, 
Beyond  th'  appointed  hour  of  grace, 
That  long  expected  day. 

2  2  He  hears  his  faints,  he  knows  their  cry, 

And  by  myfterious  ways, 
Redeems  rfie  pris'ner,  doom'd  to  die, 
And  nils  their  tongues  with  praife. 

PSALM  102.  v.  13—21.  2d  Part.  CM. 

Prayer  heard,   and  Zion  reftored. 

I    T    ET  Zion  and  her  fons  rejoice — 
JL/  Behold  the  promis'd  hour  : 
Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 

,        And  comes  t'  exalt  his  power. 

3  Her  dull  and  ruins  that  remain, 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes  ; 
Thofe  ruins  lhall  be  built  again, 
And  all  that  dull  ihall  rife. 

3  The  Lord  will  raife  Jerufalem, 

\  irand  in  glory  there  : 
Nations  mail  bow  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4  He  fits  a  fov' reign  on  hie  throne, 

With  pity  in  his  cy^.s  : 
He  hears  the  dying  prirners  gxa 
And  .'ees  their  £gns  arife. 

5  He  frees  the  fouls  can  - 

d,  when  his  faiauscispUia.. 


PS   A  L  M     CXI.  207 

Itlhan't  be  faid,  "  That  praying  breath 
"  Was  ever  fpent  in  vain." 

S  This  mail  be  known  when,  we  are  dead, 
And  left  on  long  record  ; 
Tliat  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  truft,  and  praiie  the  Lord. 

?SALM    102.  v.  23,28.  3d  Part.  L.  M. 

Man's  mortality,  and Chri/Fs  eternity  j  or,  Saints 
die,  but  Chriji  and  the  Church  live. 

jl   TT  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand 

X  Weakens  our  itrength  amidft  the  race ; 
Difeafe  and  death  at  his  command 
Arreft  us,  and  cut  fhort  our  days. 

2  Spare  us,  O  Lord,  aloud  we  pray, 

Nor  let  our  fun  go  down  at  noon  s 
Thy  years  are  one  eternal  day, 

And  mull  thy  children  die  i'o  foon  ? 

3  Yet  in  the  midft  of'death  and  grief, 

This  thought  our  forrow  {hall  afTuage  3 
"  Our  Father  and  our  Saviour  live  ; 
"  Chriil  is  the  fame  thro'  every  age.'* 

4.  'Twas  he  this  earth's  foundation  laid  ; 
Heav'n  is  the  building  of  his  hand  ; 
This  earth  grows  old,thefe  heav'ns  ftiail  fi.de 
And  all  be  chang-'d  at  his  command. 
£  The  itarry  curtains  of  the  fky, 

Like  garments,  fhall  be  laid  aud.2  ; 
Ea:  dili  chy  throne  Hands  firm  and  high; 
;    forever  niuft  abide, 
SB::.  ice  thy  church  fcal!  live  ; 

hy  throne  thy  children  reign; 
.  i  1. :-.  dving  world  ftisii  they  iurvive, 
A:,.d  iM  dead  faints  be  raii'4  again. 


203  iJ  8  A  L  M      Clll. 

PSALM  103.   v.  i,  7.  2d  Part.  L.  M. 

BIe(Jing  Gad  for  his  goodnefs  to  foul  and  body. 

1 YJ  LESS,  O  my  foul,  the  Hying  God, 
J3  Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad 
Let  all  the  powers  within  me  join 
In  work  and  wodhip  ib  divine. 

2  Blefs/O  my  foul,  the  God  of  grace  : 
His  favours  claim  the  higheir.  praife  : 
Why  mould  ungrateful  ftlence  hide 
The  bleiSngs  which  his  hand  provide  ? 

2   'Tis  he,  my  -foul,  that  lent  his  Son 

To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  haft  done  : 
He  o;vns  the  ranfon,  and  forgives 

.    The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals. 

And  cures  the  pains  that  nature  feels — 
Bedeems  the  foul  from  hell  and  laves 
Our  waiting  life  from  threat'ning  graves. 

5  Oar  youth  decay'd  his  power  repairs ; 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years  : 
He  niis  our  ftore  with  every  good, 

An  ir  fouls  with  heav'nly  food. 

.  fees  th'  appre  h'  op p reft  : 

.Vers  reft  ,* 
\  i'l  iiia  juiice  play 

In  the  laft  g< .  day. 

7   [His  y.  hew'd  by  Mofes'  hand, 

re  to  Ifra; 

To ; 

■ — 


PSALM      CIII.  209 

The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  fhall  join 
In  work  and  worfhip  fo  divine. 

PSALM   103.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Wj  gentle  Cha/Hfement ;  or,  His  tender  Mercy 
to  bis  People. 

THE  Lord,  how  wond'rous  are  his  ways! 
How  rirm  his  truth!  how  large  his  grace! 
He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 
And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known. 

Not  half  fo  high  his  power  hath  fpread 
The  flarry  heav'ns  above  our  head, 
I    As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praife,      „ 
Exceeds  the  higheft  hopes  we  raife. 

3  Not  half  fo  far  hath  nature  plac'd 
The  riling  morning  from  the  weft 
As  his  forgiving  grace  removes 
The  daily  guilt  of  thofe  he  loves. 

\.  How  flow  his  awful  wrath  to  rife  I 
On  fwifter  wings  falvation  flies  ? 
And  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn, 
How  foon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn  I 

y  Amidft  his  wrath  companion  mines ; 
His  ftrokes  are  lighter  than  our  fins  % 
And,  while  his  rod  corrects  his  faints* 
His  ear  indulges  their  complaints. 

)  So  fathers  their  young  fens  chaftrte, 
.1  gentle  hands  and  melting  eyzs  j 
;  children  weep  beneath  the  frnart, 
Aii'.'  ojpve  the  pity  of  their  hearu 

Pause. 

The  nughty  God,  the  wife  and  Jrift, 
Knows  that  our  frame  is  feeble  dufl; 


2io  P  S  A  L  M      CIH. 

And  will  nohesvy  loads  impofe 
Beyond  the  ftrength  chat^e  belle. 

8  He  knows  how  loon  our  nature  dies, 
Blafted  be  every  wind  that  flies 
Like  grafs  we  fpring,  and  die  as  ibon, 
Or  rr  .  >wers  that  fade  at  noon. 

9  Bat  his  eternal  love  is  fare 

To  ah  the  faints,  and  fhail  endure  ; 
From  age  to  age  his  truth  fhall  reign, 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 

PSALM  103.  v.  1—7.  Firft  Part.  S..  M. 

•  or  Spiritual  and  Temporal  Mercies. 

1  £  the  Lord  my  foul ! 
\^J   Lei  all  within  me  join, 

y  tongue  to  bleis  his  name, 

::e  ta'.  ours  are  divine. 

2  O    blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul ; 
Nor  let  his  mercies  lie, 

Forgotten  in  unthankfumefs 
And  without  praifes  die. 

3  'If;  he  forgives  thy  fins, 
'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 

'Tis  he  that  heals  thy  iickiieffes, 
And  m;*kes  thee  yona. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 
When  ranfonVd  from  the  grave; 

He  that  redeem'd  my  foul  from  hell 
Hath  fov'reign  pow'r  to  favc. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good  ; 
He  gives 

The  L01 

A.nd  ju;iite  fa 


-I.    I  III  *"»' 


p  S  A  L  M      CIII.  2U 

6  His  wond'rous  works  and  ways 
Ke  made  by  Mofes  known  ; 
Bat  i'ent  the  world  Ms  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  Son. 

fSA-LM    103.  v.  8—18.  2d  Part.  S.  M. 

Abounding  Companion  of  God ;  or,  Mercy  in  the 
mid  ft  of 'Judgment, 

1  1\/TY  f°^>  repeat  his  praife, 

1. V JL  Whofe  mercies  are  lb  great  \ 
Wliofe  anger  is  fo  flow  to  rife, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2  God  will  not  always  chide  ;  m 
And  when  his  flrokes  are  felt, 

s  flrokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 


Hi 


And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 


3  High  as  the  heav'ns  are  rais'd. 
Above  the  ground  we  tread, 

So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 

Our  higher!  thoughts  exceed, 

4  His  power  fubdues  our  fins, 
And  his  forgiving  love 

Far  as  the  earl  is  from  the  we 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remc 

5  The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  thofe  that  fear  his  name, 
:. older  parents  fsel  : 
:  vs  our  feeble  frame. 

6  -  .  "i  we  are  but  duil, 

0  with  :       y  breath  : 
arrifmg  wind 

1  US  fwifttO  dc- 

the  grafs-, 
Or  like  die  morning  flower! 


212  PSALM     CIV. 

If  one  ftiarp  blafr.  fweep  o'er  the  Held, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

8  But  thy  companions,  Lord, 
To  endlefs  years  endure  ; 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promife  lure, 

PSALM  103.  19—22.  3d  Part.  S.  M. 

God^s  uni-vcrjal  L)o?ninion  ;  or,  Angels  praij'e  the 

1  /"TpHE  Lord  the  fov'reign  King, 

JL     Hath  fix'd  his  throne  on  high. 
O'er  all  the  heav'niy  world  he  rules, 
And  all  beneath  the  fky. 

2  Ye  angels  great  in  might, 
And  iwift  to  do  his  will, 

Blefsye  the  Lord,  whofe  voice  ye  hear, 
Whofe  plealure  ye  fulfil. 

3  Let  the  bright  hofts  who  wait 
The  orders  of  their  King, 

And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray, 
join  in  the  praife  they  iing. 

4  While  all  his  wond'rous  works, 
Thro'  his  vale  kingdom,  mew, 

Their  maker's  glory,  thou,  my  foul. 
Shall  iing  his  graces  too. 

PSALM     104. 
l  of  God  in  Creation  and  Proyi&npt* 

■  1    j.\  fi  Y  ioul  thy  great  Creator  praife  ; 

\  hen  cloth'-d  in  bis  celettial  rays, 
He  in  full  majtity  appears, 

I  iikc  a  robe  his  giory  wears. 

Note,  This  Pfal/ii  may  be  Jung  to  thi 
1   [  1  ztb  cr  1  z-jtb  PfaWi,  by  add'- 
:■  i7  ivtry  Stansa-~*\riZj 


PSALM    CIV.  213 

Great  is  the  Lord,  what  tongue  can  frame 
An  equal  honour  to  his  name  ? 

[Qibernxife  it  mujl  hefung  as  the  \OGth  Pjalm  ] 

2  The  heav'ns  are  for  his  curtains  fpread  : 
Th'  unfathom'd  deep  he  makes  his  bed  ; 
Clouds  are  his  chariot  when  he  iiies 
On  winged  ftorms  a-crofs  the  fides. 

3  Angels,  whom  his  own  breath  infpires, 
His  miniilers  are  flaming  fires  : 

And  fwift  as  thought  their  armies  move 
To  bear  his  vengeance  or  his  love. 

4  The  world's  foundation  by  his  hand 
Are  pois'd  and  mall  forever  ftand  : 
He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 
Left  it  mould  drown  the  earth  again. 

5  When  earth  was  cover'd  with  the  iiood, 
Which  high  above  the  mountains  flood,  § 
He  thunder'd  and  the  ocean  ned, 
Conrln'dto  its  appointed  bed. 

6  The  fweliing  billows  know  their  boursd^ 
And  in  their  channels  walk  their 

Yet  thence  convey' d  by  iecret  vein- , 
They  fpring  on  hills  and  drench  the  x 

7  He  bids  the  chryftal  fountains  Row, 
And  cheer  the  yajleys  as  they  g&  ; 
There  gentle  herd      heir  thiril  allay, 

hrav/ 


214  PSALM      CIV. 

Pause    I. 

9  God  from  his  cloudy  ciftern  pour's 
On  the  parch'd  earth  enriching  fnow's : 
The  grove,  the  garden,  and  the  held, 
A  tno ulan d  joy fai  bleflings  yield. 

io  He  makes  the  graffy  food  arife, 
ijnd  gives  the  cattle  large  fupplies ; 
With  herbs  for  men,  of  various  power, 
To  nouriih  nature,  or  to  cure. 

1 1  What  noble  fruit  the  vines  produce 
The  olive  yields  a  pleafmg  juice ; 

Our  hearts  are  cheer'd  with  gen'rcus  wine,' 
His  gifts  proclaim  his  love  divine. 

12  His  bounteous  hands  our  table  fpread. 
He  fills  our  cheerful  ftores  with  bread  ; 
While  food  our  vital  ilrength  imparts, 
Let  daily  praife  infpire  our  hearts. 

Pause     II. 

13  Behold  the  flately  cedar  Hands, 
Rais'd  in  the  foreft  by  his  hands : 
Birds  to  the  boughs  for  fhelter  fly, 
And  build  their  nefts  fecure  on  high. 

14  To  craggy  hills  afcends  the  goat; 
And  at  the  airy  mountain's  foot 

The  feebler  creatures  make  their  cell — 
He  gives  them  wifdom  where  to  dwell. 

1 5  He  fets  the.  fun  his  circling  race, 
Appoints  the  moon  to  change  her  face  : 
And,  when  thick  darknefs  veils  the  day. 
Call:,  out  wild  beafts  to  hunt  their  preyi 

16  Fierce  lions  lead  their  young  abroad, 
£nd  roaring  afk  their  meat  [\<.;i-±  God  j 


r 


PSALM      CIV.  2is 

But  when  the  morning  beams  arife, 
The  favage  beaft  to  covert  flies. 

l  j  Then  man  to  daily  labour  goes  ; 
The  night  was  made  for  his  repofe  ; 
Sleep  is  thy  gift,  that  fweet  relief 
From  tirefome  toil  and  waiting  grief. 

1 8  How  flrange  thy  works !  how  great  thy  fk.il! 
While  ev'ry  land  thy  riches  fill  ; 

.    Thy  wifdom  round  the  world  we  fee, 
This  fpacious  earth  is  full  of  thee. 

19  Nor  lefs  thy  glories  in  the  deep, 
Where  nth  in  millions  fwim  and  creep, 
With  wond'rous  motions,  fwift  or  flow, 
Still  wand'ring  in  the  paths  below. 

20  There  mips  divide  their  wat'ry  way, 
And  flocks  of  fcaly  monfters  piay 
The  huge  leviathan  reiides, 

Andj,  fearlefs,  fports  amid  the  tides. 

Pause     III. 

21  Vaft  are  thy  works,  almighty  Lord, 
All  nature  refts  upon  thy  word, 

And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  Hands 
Waiting  their  portion  from  thy  hands. 

22  While  each  receives  his  different  food, 
Their  cheerful  looks  pronounce  it  good  • 
Eagles  and  bears,  and  whales  and  worms. 
Rejoice  and  praile  in  different  forms. 

23  But  when  thou  hid'ft  thy  face,  they  mourn, 
And,  dying,  to  their  duft  return  ; 

Both  man  and  bealt  their  fouls  refign  ; 
Life,  breath,  and  fpirit,  ail  are  thine, 

24  Yet  thou  canft  breathe  on  duft  again, 
And  fill  the  world  with  beaits  and  men  j 


z\6  PSALM      CV. 

A  word  of  thy  creating  breath 
Repairs  the  waftes  of  time  and  death. 

2*;   His  works,  the  wonders  of  his  might, 
Are  honour'd  with  his  own  delight ; 
How  awful  are  his  glorious  ways  ! 
The  Lord  is  dreadfol  in  his  praife. 

26  The  earth  ftands  trembling  at  his  ftroke, 
And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  fmokc ; 

Yet  humble  fouls  may  fee  thy  face, 
And  tell  their  wants  to  fov'reign  grace. 

27  In  thee  my  hopes  and  wifnes  meet, 
A  ad  make  my  meditations  fweet  r 
Thy  praifes  (hall  my  breath  employ, 
Till  it  expire  in  endlefs  joy. 

zS  While  haughty  finners  die  accurft, 
Their  glory  bury'd  with  their  dull, 
I  to  my  God,  my  heav 'nly  King, 
Immortal  hallelujahs  fing. 

PSALM  105.  Abridged.  Common  Metre. 

God's  concluSi  to  Ifraelf  and  the  plagues  of  Egypt. 
J. YE  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name, 
And  te^  the  world  his  grace  ; 
^1  through  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame, 
That  all  may  feek  his  face. 

%  His  co\-'aar:t  which  he  kept  in  mind 
For  numerous 
To  ftum'rqus  ages  yet  behind 
In  equal  f 

3  He  fware  to  abra'm  and  his  feed. 
:  made  the  blel 
G.  ■  ancient  x  d, 

And  find  his  truth  endure. 


s 


PSALM      CV.  217 

|f  "  Thy  feed  fhall  make  all  nations  blefs'd  ; 

(Said  the  Almighty  voice) 
I    <e  And  Canaan's  land  fhall  be  thy  reft, 

"  The  type  of  heav'nly  joys." 

;   [How  large  the  grant !  how  rich  the  grace  ! 
To  give  them  Canaan's  land, 
When  they  were  Grangers  in  the  place, 
A  fmall  and  feeble  band  ! 

3  Like  pilgrims,  through  the  countries  round, 
Securely  they  remov'd ; 
And  haughty  kings,  that  on  them  frown'd* 
Severely  he  reprov'd. 

f  "  Touch  mine  anointed,  and  mine  arm 
"  Shall  foon  avenge  the  wrong  : 
"  The  man  that  does  my  prophets  harm 
"  Shall  know  their  God  is  ftrong." 

1    Then  let  the  world  for  hear  it's  rage, 
Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  : 
Iff  ml  muji  live  thro'  ev'ry  age, 
Andbeth''  Mtr&ghifs  careJ\ 

Pause     I. 

j  When  Pharoah  dar'd  to  vex  the  faints, 
And  thus  provok'd  their  God, 
Mofes  was  fent  at  their  complaintc, 
Arm'd  with  his  dreadful  rod. 

10  He  call'd  for  darknefs :  darknefs  came 
Like  an  o'erwhelming  flood  ; 
He  turn'd  each  lake  and  ev'ry  ftream 
To  lakes  and  ftreams  of  blood. 

U  He  gave  the  fign,  and  noifome  fiiei 

Thro'  the  whole,  country  fpre^i  ;. 


2i3  PSALM      CV, 

And  frogs  in  baleful  armies  rife 
About  the  monarch's  bed. 

1 2  Thro'  fields  and  towns  and  palaces, 

The  tenfold  vengeance  flew, 
Locfuxls  in  jfwarras  devour'd  their  trees, 
And  hail  their  cattle  flew. 

13  Then  by  an  angel's  midnight  flroke 

The  flow'r  of  Egypt  dy'd  : 
The  flrength  of  ev'ry  heufe  was  broke, 
Their  glory  and  their  pride. 

24  No-jj  let  the  world  forbear  it's  rage% 
Is  or  -put  the  church  in  fear  : 
Jfrael  muft  live  thro''  eifry  age, 
And  be  th'  Almighty'' 's  care. 

Pause     II. 

15  Thus  were  the  tribes  from  bondage  freed, 

And  left  the  hated  ground  ; 
Rich  with  Egyptian  fpoils  they  fled, 
Nor  was  one  feeble  found. 

16  The  Lord  himfelf  chofe  out  their  way, 

And  mark'd  their  journeys  right, 
Gave  thern  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A  fiery  guide  by  night. 

iy  They  thirft,  and  waters  from  tiie  rock 
In  rich  abundance  fie 
And  following  Mill  the  courfe  they  took 
Ran  all  the  defart  tint . 

S3  O  wond'rous  itream  !   O  bieiied  type 
Of  ever-ilowing  pace  1 
So  Chriit  our  reck  maintains  our  life 
And  aids  our  wand'ring  race. 

S9  Thus  guarded  by  th' Almighty  h 
The  chbfcn 


PSALM      CVT.  219 

Canaan  the  rich,  the  proir.is'd  land, 
And  there  enjoy'd  their  reft. 
20  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage. 
The  church  renounce  it's  fear  s 
Ifraeltnuji  live  thro1  erfry  age, 
A?id  be  thy  Almighty's  care. 

PSALM  106.  v.i,  5.  Firft  Part.  Long  Met. 
Praife  to  GOD  >   or.  Communication  with  Saints, 

1  /~~]rA0  God,  the  great,  the  ever  bleit, 

J_      Let  fongs  of  honour  be  addreii  ; 
His  mercy  firm  for  ever  fiands  ; 
Gi,ve  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 

2  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways  ? 
Who  mall  fulhi-thy  boundlefs  praife  : 
Eleft  are  the  ibuls  that  fear  thee  nili, 
And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 

3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
For  Jacob's  race,  thy  choien  feed  ; 
And  with  the  fame  falvation  blefs 
The  meaneif.  fuppiiant  of  thygruce. 

4  Oh  may  I  fee  thy  tribes  rejoice. 

And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice  ! 

This  is  my  glory.   Lord,  to  be 
Join'dto  thy  fants,  and  near  to  thee. 

PSALM  106. 2d  Part.  v.  7,8,12,14,43— 48. 

Jfrael pur.ijked  and  pardoned  ;    or,  GOB's 
changeable  Lc-ve. 

OD  of  eternal  love, 
X     Kow  fckle  are  our  way 
Atjd  yet  how  oft  did  Ifrael  prove 
Tny  conrlancy  of  grace. 


220  PSALM     CVII. 

2  They  faw  thy  wonders  wrought, 

And  then  thy  praife  they  iung  ; 
But  foon  thy  works  of  pow'r  forgot, 
And  murmur'd  with  their  tongue. 

3  Now  they  believe  his  word, 

While  rocks  with  rivers  iiow  ; 
Now  with  their  lulls  provoke  the  Lord, 
And  he  reduc'd  them  low. 

4.  Yet  when  they  mourn'd  their  faults, 
He  hearken'd  to  their  groans, 
Brought  his  own  cov'nant  to  his  thoughts, 
And  call'd  them  Hill  his  fons.    ' 

5  Their  names  were  in  his  book, 
Ke  lav'd  them  from  their  fees  ; 
Oft  he  chaftis'd,  but  ne'er  forfook 
The  people  that  he  chofe. 

.6  Let  Ifrael  blefs  the  Lord, 

Who  lov'd  their  ancient  race  ; 
And  Chriftians  join  the  folemn  word 
Amen,  to  all  the  praife. 

PSALM  107.   Firft  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Ifrael  led  to  Canaan,  and  Christians  to  Heaven, 
IVE  thanks  to  God ;  he  reigns  above ; 


G 


Kind  are  his  thoughts,  his  name  is 
His  mercy  ages  paft  have  known,  [love; 
And  ages  long  to  come  mail  own. 

Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord' 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  record  ? 
Ifrael,  the  nation  whom  he  chofe, 
And  refcu'd  from  their  mighty  foes. 

[When  God's  own  arm  their  fetters  broke, 
And  freed  them  from  th'  Egyptian  yoke, 


PSALM      CVII.  221 

They  trac'd  the  defert,  wand'ring  round 
A  wild  and  folitary  ground. 

4  There  they  could  find  no  leading  road, 
Nor  city  for  their  fix'd  abode  : 

Nor  food,  nor  fountain  to  affuage 
Their  burning  thiril,  or  hunger's  rage. 

5  In  their  diftrefs,  to  God  they  cry'd, 
God  was  their  Saviour  and  their  guide  ; 
He  led  their  wand'ring  march  around. 
And  brought  their  tribes  toCanaan's  ground. 

6  Thus,  when  our~firit.  releafe  we  gain 
From  iin's  old  yoke  and  Satan's  chain, 
We  have  this  defert  world  to  pk{s3 

A  dang'rous  and  a  tirefome  place. 

7  He  feeds  and  clothes  u;  all  the  way, 
He  guides  our  foctiteps  left,  we  ftray, 
He  guards  us  with  a  powerful  hand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heav'nly  land. 

8  O  let  the  faints  with  joy  record 

The  truth  and  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works !  how  kind  his  ways ! 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

PSALM   107.  Second  Part  Long  Metre, 

Cor  region  for  Sin,   and  Releafe  by  VYayhr? 

ROM  age  to  age  exalt  his  nams: 
God  and  his  grace  are  flill  the  :\ne  ; 
He  fills  tte  hungry  foal  with  food, 
And  feeds  the  poor  with  ev'ry  good. 

2  But  if  their  hearts  rebel,  and  rife 
Againir.  the  God  who  rules  the  ikies, 
If  they  rejec't  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  liic-ht  the  counfels  of  the  Lord. 


■f 


222  IJ    5    AL    Nl        ^\'U. 

3  He'll  bring  their  fpirits  to  the  ground, 
And  no  deiiv'rer  {hall  be  found; 

Laden  with  grief,  they  wafte  their  breath 
In  d;irknefs  and  the  lhades  of  death. 

4  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries, 
He  makes  the  dawning  light  ariie, 
And  fc.atters  all  that  difmal  (ha.de, 
That  hungio  heavy  round  their  head. 

5  He  cuts  the  bars  of  brafs  in  two, 

And  lets  the  milling  pris'ners  through  ; 
Takes  off  the  load  of  guilt  and  grief, 
And  gives  the  lab'ring  foul  relief. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works !  how  kind  his  ways! 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

PSALM  107.    Third  Part.    Com.  Metre 

iniCf-'perancetiiiziftied  and  par  doned  ;  or,  a  PfaJm 
for  the  Glutton  and  the  Drunkard. 

1  ""C  /'AIN  man,  on  foolifh  pleafures  bent, 

\      Prepares  for  his  own  puniihment ; 
What  pains,  what  loathfome  maladies, 
From  luxuries  and  luii  arife  ! 

2  The  drunkard  feels  his  vitals  wafte, 
Yet  drowns  his  health  to  pieafe  his  tafte  ; 
Till  all  his  active  pow  'rs  are  left, 

And  fainting  life  craws  near  the  duft. 

3  The  glutton  groans,  and  loaths  to  eat, 

kwii  abhors  delicious  meat ; 
Nature,  with  heavy  loads  opprefs'd, 
Would  yield  to  death  to  be  releas'd, 

4  Then  How  the  frighten'.Q  fmners  Hy 
To  God  for  i.L  .  ! 


PSALM      CVII.  27.3 

He  hears  their  groans,prolongs  their  breath, 
And  faves  them  from  approaching  death. 

No  med'cines  could  affect  the  care 
So  quick,  10  eafy,  or  fo  Aire, 
The  deadly  fentenoe  God  repeals, 
He  fends  his  fov'reign  word  and  heals. 

O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 
The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  let  their  thankful  off5 ring  prove 
How  they  adore  their  Maker's  love. 

PSALM  107.  Fourth  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  Storms  and  Shipwrecks  y  or, 
the  Seamen* s  Song. 

'OULD  you  behol  d  the  works  of  God, 
His  wonders  in  the  world  abroad? 
With  the  bold  mariner  furvey 
The  unknown  regions  of  the  fea. 

They  leave  their  native  mores  behind, 
And  feize  the  favour  of  the  wind  ! 
Till  God  command  and  tempeils  rife,  • 
That  heave  the  ocean  to  the  ikies. 

Now  to  the  heav'ns  they  mount  amain,  . 
Now  fink  to  dreadful  deeps  again  ; 
What  iirange  affrights  young  faiiors  hz\^ 
And  like  a  ftaee'ring-  drunkard  reel  I 


t>iD 


4.  When  land  is  far,  and  death  is  nigh, 
Loft  to  all  hope,  to  God  they  cry  ; 

His  mercy  hears  their  loud  addreis. 
And  lends  falvation  in  diib-efs. 
5   He  bids  the  wiads  their  wrath  aiTuage, 
And  itormv  tempefb  ceale  to  rage  ; 
The  gladfome  train  their  fears  give  o'er 
And  hail  with  joy  their  native  more, 


22.<r  PSALM      CVII. 

6  O  may  the  Tons  of  men  record 

The  wond'rous  goodneis  of  the  Lord  ! 
Let  them  their  private  orPrings  bring, 
And  ui  the  church  his  glory  ling. 

PSALM  107.  Fourth  Part.  Corn.  Metre. 
The  Mariner's  Pfalm. 
TIY  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord, 


That  rules  the  boifi'rous  fea, 
The  fons  of  courage  iliall  record, 
Who  tempt  that  dang'rous  way. 

At  thy  commands  the  winds  arife, 
id  fwell  the  tow'ring  waves ; 
The  men",  ailoninYd,  mount  the  fkies 
I  fink  in  gaping  graves. 

[A pain  they  climb  the  wat'ry  hills, 
And  plunge  in  deeps  again; 

a  tott'ring  drunkard  reels, 
I  finds  his  courage  vain. 

Frighted  to  hear  the  tempeil  roar, 
They  pant  with  rlutt'ring  breath, 
And  hopelefs  of  the  difUnt  ihore, 

Expect  immediate  death.] 

.  to  the  Lord  they  raile  their  cries, 
3  the  loud  requeft, 

jBce  through  the  fkies, 
.  lays  the  - 

Sailors  rejoice  to  lofe  their  fears, 
And  fee  the  ilorm  aUay'd  : 

.  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears  ; 
There  let  their  vows  I 

'Tis  God  that  brings  them  fare  to  land  ; 
Let  itupicl  mortals  know, 


PSALM      CVII.  zz; 

That  waves  are  under  his  command, 
And  all  the  winds  that  blow, 

$  Oh  that  the  Ions  of  men  would  praife 
The  goodneis  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  thofe  that  fee  thy  wond'rous  ways 
Thy  wond'rous  love  record. 

PSALM    107.   Laic    Pari".    Long   Metre. 
Colonies  planted  ;   or,  Nations  bhft  andfukifhei. 

1  11  7  HEN    God,  provok'd  with  daring 

VV  crimes, 

Scourges  themadneis  of  the  times, 
He  turns  their  fields  to  barren  fand, 
And  dries  the  rivers  from  the  land. 

2  His  word  can  raife  the  fprings  again, 
And  make  the  wir.her'd  mountains  green, 
Send  fhow'ry  bleiTmgs  from  the  ikies  ; 
And  harveib  in  the  defert  riie. 

3  [Where  nothing  dwelt  but  beafts  of  grey, 
Or  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they. 

He  bids  th' oppreit  and  poor  repair. 
And  builds  them  towns  and  cities  there. 

4  They  low  the  Held,  and  trees  they  plan tf 
Whofe  yearly  fruit  iupolies  their  want ; 
Their  race  grows  up  from  fruitful  flocks, 

-    Their  weakii  increaies  with  their  nock-, 

5  Thus  they  are  hle:t :  but  if  they  fefc 
He  lets  the  heathen  nations  in, 

A  (avac-e  crew  invades  their  hnds,. 
Their  princes  die  by  barbarous  hand- . 

6  Their  captive  fons,  expos'd  to  fcorn, 
Wander  unplty'd  and  forlorn  ; 

The  country  lies  unfenc'u,  untili'dj 
Anddefok;ion  fpreads  the  held, 


/ 
?2.6  PSALM      CVIII. 

7   Yet  if  the  humbled  nation  mourns, 
Again  his  dreadful  hand  he  turns  : 
Again  he  makes  their  cities  thrive, 
And  bids  the  dying  churches  live.) 

$  7"he  righteous  with  a  joyful  feiife 
Admire  the  works  of  r/rovidence  : 
And  tongues  of  Atheiits  fnaii  no  more, 
Biafpheme  the  God  that  faints  adore. 

9  How  few  with  pious  care  record 

Thefe  wond'rous  dealings  of  the  Lord  ! 
But  wife  obfervers  ftiil  (hall  fmd 

.     The  Lord  is  holy  jail  and  kind. 

PSALM   108.    Common  Metre. 

A  Song  of  Prmfii 

\   WA/LE,  my  foul,  to  found  his  praife 
./"  \,  Awake  iny  harp  to  fing  ; 
Join  all  my  pow'rs  tne  long  to  raife, 

And  morning  incenfe  bung. 

2  Among  the  people  of  his  care, 

And  thro'  th^  nations  round  : 

Glad  fongs  of  praife  will  I  prepare, 

And  there  his  name  relcund. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  Harry  train  ; 
Diifufe  thy  heav'my  grace  abroad, 
And  teach  the  world  thy  reign. 

4  So  (hall  thy  chefen  fens  rejoice, 

And  throng  thy  courts  above  ; 
While  finiiers  hear  thy  pard'ning  vcice, 
And  tafte  redeeming  lave. 


P  S  A  L  M      CX.  72 

PSALM    109.   Ver.   1—5,  31.  C.  M 
Love  to  enemies  from  the  Example  of  Chrife* 

1  f~~^  OD  of  my  mercy  and  my  praife, 
\j  Thy  glory  is  my  fong ; 

•  Tiio'  lirmers  fpeak  againft  thy  grace 
With  a  blafpheming  tongue. 

2  When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man 

Thy  Sen  on  earth  was  found  ; 

With  cruel  {landers  falfe  and  vain, 

Theycompafs'd  him  around. 

3  Their  mis'ries  his  companion  move> 

Their  peace  he  ftiil  purfu'd  ; 
They  render  hatred  for  his  love* 
And  evil  for  his  good. 

4  Their  malice  rag'd  without  a  caufe, 

Yet  with  his  dying  breath 
He  pray'd  for  murd'rers  on  his  crofs, 
And  bleft  his  foes  in  death. 

5  Lord  mall  thy  bright  example  fhinc 

In  vain  before  my  eyes ; 
Give  me  a  foul  a-kin  to  thine, 
To  love  mini  enemies. 

6  The  Lord  (hall  on  my  fide  engage, 

And  in  my  Saviour's. name 
I  mail  defeat  their  pride  and  rage, 
Yv  ho  {lander  and  condemn. 

PSALM  no.  Firft  Part.  Long  Metre, 

Chriji  exalted^    and  Multitudes   converted  j  or, 
The  Succefs  of  the  Gofpel. 

I   qpHUS  God  tir  eternal  Father  {pake 
JL     To  Chriit  the  Sou  ;  "  Aicend  and  £.-. 
fe  At  my  right  h:md,  'till  I  mall  m 
•s  Thv  t>>e>  fob 


PSAL  M      CX. 

From  Zion  (hall  thy  word  proceed, 
:e  Thy  word,  the  fceptre  in  thy  hand, 

Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 
"  And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

3  "  That  day  fnali  ihow  thy  pow'r  is  gnwtf^ 
"  When  faints    Dull    flock   with  willing 

minds, 
,    c<  And  imners  croud  thy  temple  gate, 
(i  "Where  holineis  in  beauty  mines." 

4  O  bleffed  Pow'r  1  O  glorious  day  ! 
"  What  a  large  victory  mall  enfue  ? 
f<  And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey, 
"  Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew." 

PSALM  i  io.  Second  Part.   Long  Metre 

The  Kingdom  and  Prieftbood  of  Cbri/I . 

1  /**T~AHUS  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  Sea 

JL     Spake  to  Jiis  'Sen,  and  thus  he  fwore ; 
"  Eternal  fhall  thy  oriefthood  be, 
"  And  change  from  hand  to  hand  no  more, 

2  <c  Aaron,  and  all  his  fons,  mult  die  : 
"  But  everlaiting  life  is  thine, 

"  To  lave  forever  thofe  that  fiy    • 
"  For  refuge  from  the  wrath  divine. 

3  ei  By  me  Melchifidec  was  made 

<e  On  earth  a  king  and  prieft  at  once  ; 

"  And  thou,  my  heav'nly  Prieft  flialt  plead, 

"  And  thou,  my  King  fhalt  rule  my  ions." 

4  Jefus  the  Prieft  afcends  his  throne 
While  counfels  of  eternal  peace, 
Between  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Proceed  with  houour  and  fuccefs. 

5  Thro*  the  whole  earth  his  reign  (hall  'V 
And  crulh  the  pow'r*  .that  daie  rcbei  : 


V_*A.  2  J, 

Then  fhali  he  judge  the  rifmg  dead. 
And  fend  the  guilty  world  to  hell. 

Tho'  while  he  treads  his  glorious  way, 
He  drinks  the  cup  of  threats  and  hicod. 
The  luff  rings  of  that  dreadful  day 
Shall  but  advance  him  near  to  God. 

PSALM    no.  Common  Metre, 

Qbfifgt  Kingdom  and  Priejlhocd. 

1  TESUS,  our  Lord  aicend  thy  throne 
J?    And  near  thy  Father  fy  : 

In  Zion  fhail  thy  power  be  known, 
And  make  thy  foes  mbmit. 

2  What  wonders  mail  thy  gofpel  do  ! 

Thy  converts  lhall  furpafs 
The  num'rous  drops  of  morning  dew, 

And  own  thy  fov'reigm  grace. 
8  God  hath  pronounc'd  a  firm  decree, 

Nor  changes  what  he  fwore  ; 
"  Eternal  lhall  thy  priefthood  be, 

"  When  Aaron  is  no  more. 

4.  "  Melchiiedec,  that  wond'rous  priefh 
<(  That  kin';  of  high  decree, 
(<  I  nat  holy  man  who  Abraham  bleir 
"  Was  but  a  type  of  thee." 

5  Jems  our  Priefl  forever  lives 

To  plead  for  us  above  ; 
jrfrs  our  King  forever  gives 
The  bleihngs  of  his  love. 

6  God  lhall  exalt  his  glorious  head, 

And  his  high  throne  maintain, 
Shall  frrike  the  pow'rs  and  princes  dead3 
Who  dare  oonofe  his  reisrn. 


23o  PSALM      CXI. 

PSALM  in.  EirftPart.  Com.  Metre. 

The  Wtjdom  of  God  in  his  Works. 

1  QONGS  of  immortal  praife  belong 
iJ3  To  my  almighty  God  ; 

He  has  my  heart,  and  he  my  tongue 
To  fpread  his  name  abroad. 

2  How  great  the  Wbrks  his  hands  has  wrought! 

How  glorious  in  our  fight! 
And  men  in  ev'ry  age  have  fought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3  How  fair  and  beauteous  hature**  frame  ! 

How  wife  th*  eternal  mind  ! 
His  coiinfels  never  change  the  fcheme 
That  his  firit  thoughts  defign'd. 

4  When  he  redeem' d  his  chofen  fons, 

He  nx;d  his  covenant  iure  : 
The  orders  that  his  lips  pronounce 
To  endlefs  years  endure, 

5  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  ikies, 

Thy  hrtv'nly  /kill  proclaim; 
Whit  (hall  we  do  to  make  us  wife, 
But  learn  to  read  thy  name  ? 

6  Tp  f*ar  thy  pow'r,  to  truil  thy  grace, 

Is  our  divine !l  (kill  ! 
]  he's  the  wifeit  of  our  race 
That  be  it  obeys  thy  will. 

PSALM   in.  Second  Part.  Cora,  Metre. 

Piifg&ions  of  God. 

I    g    s  RE  AT  is  the  Lord  ;  his  works  of 

L*:i  .  i  tfiiite 

Their  harmpny  of  tongues. 


PSALM        CXII.  231 

I2  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 
He  gives  Ms  children  food  ; 
And  ever  mindful  of  his  word, 
Ke  makes  his  promife  good, 

3  His  Son,  the  great  Redeemer,  came 

To  feal  his  cov'nant  fure  : 

Holy  and  cey'rend  is  his  name. 

His  ways  ar&jaft  and  pare. 

4  They  that  would  grow  divinely  wife, 

Muil  with  thiirlear  begin  5 
Our  fairer!  proof  of  knowledge  lies 
In  hating  ev'ry  iin. 

PSALM  ri  2.     As  the  1 13th  Pfaltn. 

Tee  Blejjlxgs  of  the  liberal  Man. 

1  /"TpHAT  man  is  bleft  who  (lands  in  awe 

X      Of  God,  and  loves  his  facred  law  : 
His  feed  on  earth  mail  be  reiiown'd  ; 

His  hcuie  the  feat  of  wealth  fhall  be, 

An  unexhauited  treaiury, 

Ana  with  fucceiuve  honours  crowed. 

2  His  lib'rai  favours  he  extends, 
To  fome  he  g*ives,  to  ethers  lends  : 

AgenVons  pity  fells  his  mind: 
Yet  when  his  charity  impairs, 
He  fives  by  prudence  in  affairs. 

And  thus  he's  juft  to  all  mankind. 

5  His'^n:b,  while  they  his  aln  wy&, 
Hts  stay's  future  h 

The  fweet  remembrance  of  the  but 
Like  a  green  root  revives  and  bears 
A  tr.ainof  olerTircs  ibr  hv;  heirs, 

When  dying  na;u:s  ile~p;  in  du#. 


232  PSALM         CXII. 

4  Befetwith  threatening  dangers  round. 
Unmov''cl  fliali  Jie  maintain  his  ground; 

liis  conscience  holds  his  courage  up  : 
The  foul  that's  fill'd  with  virtue's  light, 
Shines  brighteit  in  affliction's  night  j 

And  ice.,,  in  darknefs,  beams  of  grace. 

Pause. 

5  [111  tidings  never  can  farprife 

His  heart,  that,  fix'd,  on  God  relies, 
Tho  waves  and  tempefts  roar  around  : 

Safe  on  a  reck  he  fits,  and  fees 

The  fhipwixck  of  his  enemies, 

And  all  their  hope  and  glory  drown'd. 

6  The  wicked  fhali  his  triumph  fee, 
And  gnam  their  teeth  in  agony, 

To  find  their  expectations  creir. ; 
They  and  their  envy,  pride  and  fpite, 
Sink  down  to  everlaiHng  night. 

And  ail  their  names  in  darknefs  loft. 

PSALM   ii2.     Long  Metre. 

The  BlcJJIngs  of  the  Picas  and  Charitable.  [Lord, 

i   /"~jpvH.RICE  happy  man,  who  fears   the 

JL      Loves  his  commands,  and  trulls  his 

Honour  and  peace  his  days  attend,  [word  ; 

And  bleflings  to  his  (ced  defcend. 

2  Companion  dwells  upon  his  mind, 
To  works  of  mercy  lull  inclin'd  : 

lends  the  poor  fome  prefent  aid, 
Or  gives  them,  not  to  be  repaid 

3  When  times  grow  dark,  andtidings  fpread^ 
That  fill  ills  neighbours  round  with  dread 
His  heart  is  arrn'd  againil  the  fear, 

For  God,  with  all  his  power,  is  there. 


PSALM      CXI.  jsj 

4  Kis  fpirit,  flx'd  upon  the  Lord, 
Draws  heav'nly  courage  from  his  word; 
Amidit.  tiie  darknefs  light  fhall  rife, 

To  cheer  his  heart,  and  blefs  his  eyes. 

5  He  hath  diipers'd  his  alms  abroad. 
His  works  are  flill  before  his  God  ; 
His  name  on  earth  fhall  long  remain. 
While  envious  iinners  rage  in  vain. 


PSALM  112.     Common  Metier. 

Liberality  re-zuarded. 

i-  YJAPPY  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord, 
JLi   And  follows  his  commands, 
Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 
Or  eives  with  lib'ral  hands. 

2  As  pity  dwells  within  his  breaft 

To  all  the  fans  of  need  ; 
So  God  fhall  a  rawer  his  requeft 
With  bieflings  on  his  feed. 

3  No  evil  tidings  mall  fururife  - 

Bis  well  eltabliih'd  mind  ; 
His  foul  to  God,  his  refuge  fie- ;, 
And  leaves  his  feais  behind. 

4  In  times  of  danger  and  difhefs 

:  aias  of  light  mall  flu 
the  world  his  righte 
e  him  peace  divine, 
and  love 
re  the  Lord  ; 
Lrth  and  joy,*  above 
.  be  his  lure  reward. 


-5;  PSALM      CXIII. 

The  Mujejij  and  Condsfcention  c/GOD. 

1  \7E  that  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord, 

J[       The  honours  of  his  name  record — 
His  facred  name  forever  Blefs  : 
Where,*  the  circling  fun  difplays 
His  riling  beams  or  letting  rays, 

Le:  lands  and  Teas  nis  power  confefs." 

2  Not  time,  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds, 
Can  give  his  vail  dominion  bounds, 

The  iieav'ns  are  far  below  his  height : 
Let  no  created  greatnefs  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compare, 

Arm'd  with  his  uncreated  might. 

3  He  bows  his  glorious  head  to  view 
What  the  bright  holts  of  angels  do, 

And  bends  his  care  to  mortal  things  ! 
His  fov'reign  hand  exalts  the  poor, 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door, 

And  feats  them  on  the  thrones  of  king! 

4  When  childlefs  families  defpair, 
He  fends  the  blefiings  of  an  heir, 

To  refcue  their  expiring  name  ; 
The  mother,  with  a  thankful  voice, 
Proclaims  his  praiies  and  her  joys  ; 

Let  ev'ry  age  advance  his  praife. 

F8ALM113.  LpngMetrpi 

GOD   Sovereign  and  Gracious, 

\    TTE  fervants  of  th'  almighty  King, 
J     In  ev'ry  age  kis  praifes  fircg  ; 
Where'er  the  fun  fhull  rife  or  let, 
The  nation:  ihall  his  praife  repeat. 


P  S  A  I.  M      CXIV.  255 

Above  the  earth,  beyond  the  iky 
His  throne  of  glory  nanus  on  high  ; 
Nor  time  nor  place  his  power  reitrain, 
Nor  bound  his  univerfal  reign. 

Which  of  the  fons  of  Adam  dare,- 
Qt  angels,  with  their  God  compare  ? 
His  glories  how  divinely  bright  i 
Who  dwells  in  uncreated  light  I 

Eehnld  his  love  !  he  (loops  to  view 
What  faints  above  and  angels  do  ! 
And  condefcends,  yet,  more,  to  know 
The  mean  affairs  of  men  below  ! 

From  dull:  and  cottages  obfcure 
His  grage  exalts  the  humble  poor  ! 
Gives  them  the  honour  of  his  fons, 
And  fits  them  for  their  heav'nly  thrones, 

[A  word  of  his  creating  voice 
Can  make  the  barren  houfe  rej  oice  : 
Tho'  Sarah's  ninety  years  were  pail. 
The  promis'd  feed  is  born  at  lafi. 

With  joy  the  mother  views  her  fon, 
And  tells  the  wonders  God  has  done. 
Faith  may  grow  ftrong  when  fenfe  defpairs : 
If  nature  fails,  the  promife  bears. ] 

PSALM  1 14,     Long  Metre. 

Miracles  attending  Ifrael' 's   cjcurmy. 

7  HEN  Ifrael,   freed  from  Pharaoh's 

V  Sa%t 

Left  the  proud  tyrant  and  his  land, 
The  tribes  with  cheerful  homage  own 
Their  king,  and  judah  was  his  throne. 
A-crofs  the  deep  their  journey  lay, 
The  deep  divides  to  make  them  way  ; 


23  6  PSALM         CXV. 

Jordan  beheld  their  march;  and  fied 
With  backward  current  to  his  head. 

3  The  mountains  fhook  like  frighted  meepj 
Like  iambs  the  little  hillocks  leap  ! 

Not  Sivui  orj  her  baie  could  iland, 
Conic kais  of  iov'reign  power  at  hand. 

4  What  power  could  make  the  deep  divide  j 
Make  Jordan  backward  roll  his  tide  ? 
Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills  ? 

And  whence  the  dread  that  Sinai  feels  ? 

5  Let  ev'ry  mountain,  ev'ry  ficcd 
Retire  and  know  th'approaching  God 
The  king  of  Ifrael  :   fee  him  here  I 
Tremble  thou  earth,  adore  and  fear. 

6  He  thunders,  and  all  nature  mourns, 
The  rock  to  Handing  pools  he  turns  ; 
Flints  fpring  with  fountains  at  his  word  J 
And  h* res  and  feas  confefs  the  Lord. 

PSALM  115.  Firft  Metre. 

■■:.c  GOD  cur  refuge  ;  or  Idolatry  reproved, 

1  ?K  "JOT  toourfelves,  who  are  but  dull, 
X^    Not  to  ourfelve..  is  glory  due, 

d  God,  thou  only  juft, 

\y  gracious,  wife,  and  true. 

2  Difplay  to  earth  thy  dreadful  name. 

:iy  iho.ild  a  heathen's  haughty  tongue 
In(  :>>  us,  and,  to  raife  our  mame,   [long?* 
Say,  "  Where's  the  God  you've  ferv'd  f« 

3  The  God  we  ferve  maintains  his  throne, 

.•  clouds,  beyond  the  ikies ; 
to'  :i\i  the  earth  his  will  is  done, 
knows  our  groaes  he  hears  our  c. 


P  S  A  L  M        CXV.  237 

Bat,  the  vzin  idols  they  adore 

Are  fenfelefs  fhapes  of  ftone  and  wood  ; 

At  belt  a  mafs  of  glitt'ring  ore, 

A  iilver  faint,  or  golden  god. 

[With  eyes  and  ears  they  carve  the  head, 
Deaf  are  their  ears,  their  eyes  are  blind  ; 
•In  vain  are  cpftly  oiPrings  made, 
And  vows  are  fcatter'd  in  the  wind. 

Their  feet  were  never  made  to  move, 
Nor  hands  to'fave  when  mortals  pray  ; 
Mortals  that  pay  them  fear  or  love, 
Seem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

O  Ifrael,  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 
Thy  help,  thy  refuge,  and  thy  reil  ; 
The  Lord  fhali  build  thy  ruins  up, 
And  blefs  the  people  and  the  prieit, 

The  dead  no  more  can  fpeak  thy  praiie, 
They  dwell  in  filence  in  the  grave  ; 
But  we  mall  live  to  ling  thy  grace, 
And  tell  the  world  thy  power  to  fave. 

■SALM   115.      Second  Metre. 

Idolatry  re.pro^ved.  [trm 

OT  to  our  names,  thou  only  jui 

Not  to  our  worthleis  names  is  g 
due  : 
Thy  pow'r  and  grace,  thy  truth  juitice  claim 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  ibv' reign  name  ; 
Shine  thro'  the  earth  from  heavhi  thy  bie-i. 
--hi  v:-.  [God? 

Nor",  leathensfay;  And  where';,  your 

Heav?n  is  thir.e  higher  cc in1, 

thy  throne 
And  thro'  the  lower  worlds  thv  will  :s  done  : 
Gcdfram'd  this  earth,  the  $tirry 

he  fpread, 


238  P  S  A  L  M     CXVI. 

But  fools  adore  the  gods  their  hands  have  made  t' 
The  kneeling  croud,  with  looks  devout  behold 
Their  hirer  faviour's,  and  their  faints  or  gold. 

3  [Vain  are  ch  ofe  artful  shapes  of  eyes  and  ears, 
The  molten  image  ueither  fees  nor  hears  : 
Their  hands  are  helple(s,  nor  their  feet  can  move, 
They  have  no  fp-eech,  nor  thought  nor  power  nor 

love. 
Yet  fottish  mortals  make  their  long  complaints 
To  their  dear  idols,  and  their  movelefs  faints. 

4  The  rich  have  ftatues  well  adorn'd  with  goid  •, 
The  poor  content  with  gods  of  courier  mould, 
With  tools  of  iron  carve  the  fenilels  ftock 
Lopt  from  a  tree,   or  broken  from  a  rock  : 
People  and  prielts  drive  on  the  folsmn  trade, 
And  cruft  the  gods  that  faws  and  hammers  maJe  } 

5  Be  heaven  and  earth  amaz'd  '.  'Tis  hard  to  fay 
Whiclvare  more  ftupid,  or  their  goJs,  or  they.  [ 
O  Ifrael,  truft  the  Lord  :  he  hears  and  fees, 

He  knows  thyl  prrows  an. I  reitores  thy  peace  : 
His  worship  does  a  thoulani  comforts  yielJ, 
He  is  thy  help,  and  he  thine  heav'nlv  shield. 

6  In.  God  we  truft  :  our  impious  foes  in  vain 
Attempt  our  ruin,  an.l  oppofe  his  reign  ; 
Had  they  prevail'd,  darknefs  had  clos'd  our  days, 
An  J  deaih  and  iilence  had  forbid  his  Traife  : 
But  we  arefav'd,  and  live  : — Let  fangs'  arife, 
And  Zion  blefs  the  God  that  built  the  skies. 


PSALM  116.  FirftPart.     Com.  Metre. 

Recovery  from  /icknefs* 

LOVE  the  Lord  :  he  heard  my  cries, 
And  pity'd  every  groan, 
Long  :is  I  live,  when  troubles  rile, 
I'll  hailen  to  his  throne. 


PSALM     CXVI.  23c 

2  I  love  the  Lord:  he  bow'dhis  ear, 

And  chas'd  my  griefs  away  : 

O  let  my  heart  no  more  defpair, 

When  I  have  breath  to  pray. 

3  My  flefh  declin'd,  my  fpirits  fell, 

And  I  drew  near  the  dead, 
While  inward  pangs  and  fears  of  hell 
Perplex'd  my  wakeful  head. 

5  "  My  God,  (I  cry'd)  thy  fervant  fave, 
"  Thou  ever  good  and  juit. ; 
"  Thy  power  can  refcue  from  the  grave? 
"  Thy  power  is  ail  my  truft." 

5  The  Lord  behold  me  fore  diftrefl, 

He  bade  my  pains  remove  : 
Return,  my  foul,  to  God  thy  reir, 
For  thou  haft  known  his  love. 

6  My  God  hath  fav'd  my  foul  from  death, 

And  dry'd  my  falling  tears  : 
Now  to  his  praife  I'll  fpend  my  breath, 
And  my  remaining  years. 

I  PSALM    116.  12,  &e.  2d  Part.  CM. 

Thanks  for  private  Deliverance. 
HAT  mall  I  render  to  my  God 


*w: 


For  all  his  kindnefs  mown  ? 


My  fangs  addrefs  thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  faints  that  nil  thine  houfc 

My  ofr;  rings  ihali  be  paid  ; 
There  {hall  my  zeal  perform  my  vows 
My  foul  in  anguiili  made. 

3  How  much  is  merely  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever  bleffed  God  S 


24o  PSALM     CXVII. 

How  Gear  thy  fervants  in  thy  fight  ? 
How  precious  is  their  blood  ? 

4  How  happy  all  thy  fervants  are  ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 
My  life,  which  thou  halt  made  thy  care, 
Lord  I  devote  to  thee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

Nor  mail  my  purpofe  move  ; 
Thy  hands  has  loos'd  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

6  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy  rich  grace  record  : 
Witnefs,  ye  faints,  who  hear  me  now, 
If  1  for  fake  the  Lord. 

PSALM   117.     Common  Metre, 

Praife  to  God  from  all  nations. 
ALL  ye  nations,  praife  the  Lord, 
Each  with  a  diif'rent  tongue  ; 
Li  c-^'ry  language  learn  his  word, 
And  let  his  name  be  fung. 

•is  mercy  reigns  thro'  ev'iy  land  ; 
Proclaim  his  grace  abroad  ; 
For  ever  firm  his  truth  fhall  ltand— 
Praife  ye  the  faithful  God. 

PSALM    117.  Long  Metre. 

1   T^ROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  flues 
jP  Let  the  Creator's  praife  arife  : 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  fung 

•     Thro'  ev'ry  land,  by  cv'ry  tongue. 

z  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  ; 
Thy  pral  jund  from  fhorc  to  fnore,, 

'Till  funs  fhail  fvtand  rife  no  more. 


PSALM     CXVIIL  241 

PSALM  117.  Short  Metre. 

1  '"T~rHY  name,  almighty  Lord, 

JL     Shall  found  thro'  diftant  lands  : 
Great  is  thy  grace  and  rare  thy  word  ; 
Thy  truth  forever  ftands. 

$2  Far  be  thine  honour  fpread, 

And  long  thy  praife  endure, 
'Till  morning  light  and  ev'ning  made., 
•     Shall  be  exchang'd  no  more. 

PSALM  118.  6—15.  Firft  Part,  CM; 

Deliverance  from  a  iiimulu 

kHE  Lord  appears  my  helper  now, 
Nor  is  my  faith  afraid 
What  all  the  fons  of  earth  ean  do, 
Since  heaven  affords  its  aid. 

2  'Tis  fafer  Lord,  to  hope  in  thee, 

And  have  my  God  my  friend, 
Than  truit  in  men  of  high  degree, 
And  on  their  truth  depend. 

3  'Tis  thro'  the  Lord  my  heart  is  ilrong 

In  him  my  lips  rejoice  ; 
While  his  falvation  is  my  fong, 
How  cheerful  is  my  voice  L 

4  Like  angry  bees  they  girt  me  round  ; 

When  God  appears  they  fly  : 
60  burning  thorns,  with  cracking  founds 
Makes  a  fierce  blaze  and  die. 

5  Joy  to  the  faints  and  peace  belongs  : 

The  Lord  protects  their  days  : 
Let  Ifrael  tune  immortal  fongg 
To  his  almighty  grace. 
U 


1^.2  r    O    A    L    JW  V.AV1II. 

PSALM  u8.v.  17,  21.  Second  Part.  CM. 

Public  Praifefor  Deliwancefrom  Death. 

1  T    ORD,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervantcry, 
JL/  And  jefcu'd  from  the  grave  ; 
How  mail  he  live  :   (and  none  can  die, 

If  God  refolve  to  lave.) 

2  Thy  praife,  more  conftant  than  before, 

Shall  fill  his  daily  breath  ; 
Thy  hand,  that  hath  chains 'd  him  fore, 
Defends  him  ftill  from  death. 

3  Open  the  gate  of  Zion  now, 

For  we  (hall  wormip  there, 
The  houfe  where  all  the  righteous  go, 
Thy  mercy  to  declare. 

4  Among  th'  a'iTemblies  of  thy  faints 

Our  thankful  voice  we  ralfe  ; 
There  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints, 
And  there  we  fpeak  thy  praife. 

PSALM  o8.  22,23.  Third  Part.  CM. 

Chrift  the  Foundation  of  the  Church. 

1.  TOEHOLD  the  fure  foundation  ftone 
_£3  Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 
To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upon, 
And  his  eternal  praife. 

2  Chofen  of  God,  to  finners  dear, 

And  faints  adore  the  name, 
They  truit  their  whole  fiiv.it ion  here, 
Nor  mall  they  fuffer  mame. 

3  The  foolifh  builders,  fcribe  and  prieft, 

Rejecl  it  with  difdain  ; 
Firm  on  this  rock  the  church  fe 
And  envy  rg 


P  S  A  L  .M     CXVIII.  '243 

4  What  tlio'  the  gates  of  hell  withiiood  ? 
Yet  muii  this  baliding  rife  : 
'Tis  thy  own.  work,  almighty  God, 
And  wondrous  in  our  eyes.  - 

PSALM  118.  v.  24, 25,26.4th  Part.  CM. 

Hofannah  j  the  Lord's  Day  y   or,  Chuffs  Refur- 
reWioity   and  our  Salvation. 

1  *TT^HIS  is  die  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 

JL     He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 
Let  heavn  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praife  furround  the  throne, 

2  To  day  he  rofe  and  left  the  dead  ; 

And  Satan's  empire  fell ; 
To  day  the  faints  his  triumph  fpread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hofannah  to  the  annointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son, 
Help  us  O  Lord  defcend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Bleft  is  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  meffages  of  grace  ; 
Who  comes  in  God  his  father's  naiiie, 
To  fave  our  finfal  race. 

5  Hofannah'  in  the  higherc  drains 

The  church  on  earth  can  raife 
The  higherl  heav'ns,  in  which  he  reigns, 
ohuli  give  him  nobler  praife. 

PSALM  118.22,27.  Short  Metre. 

A',  ticj'<i'V-:ah  for  the  Lard's  Day  ;   or,    A  n&i 
§3mg  of  Salvation  by  Chrfi. 

I    OE-S  what  a  living  $Pfle 

The  buildei's  did  refufe  ; 


2|4         P  S  A  L  M      CXVIII. 

Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon 
In  fpite  of  envious  jews. 

2  The  {bribe  and  angry  prieft 
Rejedt  thine  only  Son  ; 

Yet  on  this  R.ock  ihall  Zion  reft, 
As  the  chief  corner  ftone. 

3  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 
And  wond'rous  in  our  eyes  : 

This  day  declares  it  all  divine, 
Tnis  day  did  Jefus  rife. 

4  This  is  the  glorious  day 
That  our  Redeemer  made; 

Let  us  rejoics.  and  hng,  and  pray, 
Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 

5  Hofannah  to  theKirtg 
Of  David's  royal  blood  : 

Bit  is  him,  ye  faints,  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

6  We  blefs  thine  holy  word 
Which  all  this  graqe  difplays ; 

And  oiler  on  thine  altar.  Lord, 
Our  facriiice  of  praife. 

PSALM  n8.  v.  22— 27.  Long  Metre. 

An  Hofannah  for  the  Lord's  da*  A  nenu  Song 

ef  Sakpn 

1    "I"  rone 

.  icrecn, 
in  fpite  of  envy  t. 

The 

ThL.  i:    the  .■  le, 

The  day  chat 


PSALM      CXIX.  245 

Sinners  rejoice,  and  faints  be  glad  ; 
Hofannah,  let  his  name  be  bleit ; 
A  thoufand  honors  on  his  head, 
With  peace  and  light  and  glory  reft  I 
In  God's  own  name  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  to  our  dying  race ; 
Let  the  whole  church  addrefs  their  King 
With  hearts  of  joy,  and  fongs  of  praife. 

[I  have  collected  and  difpofed  the  moll  ufe- 
ful  Verfes  of  the  cxixth  Pfalm  under  eighteen 
different  Heads  and  formed  a  Divine  Song 
upon  each  of  them.  But  the  Verfes  are  much 
tranfpofed,  to  attain  fome  degree  of  connec- 
tion. 

In  fome  places,  among  the  words  Latv, 
Commands,  'Judgments,  Teftimnoies.  I  have  ufed 
Go/pel,  Word,  Grace,  Truth,  Promifes,  Wc  as 
more  agreeable  to  the  New  Teftament,  and 
the  common  Language  of  Chirftians,  and  it 
equally  aiifwers  the  defign  of  the  Pfalmiit, 
whicii  was  to  recommend  the  holy  Scripture.] 

PSALM  119.  FirftPart.  Com.  Metre. 

The  BUffings  ofSai?its;  and  Mifery  of  Sinner;* 

Ver.    1,  z,  5. 

1  T"^  LEST  are  the  undefil'd  in  heart; 
J3  Whofe  ways  are  right  and  clean  ; 
Who  never  fro;-,i  thy  law  depart, 

Eat  Ay  from  every  fm. 

2  Blefi  are  the  men  that  keep  thy'word, 

And  praedfe  thy  commands  ; 
With  their  whole  heart  they  leek  the  Lord 
And  ferve  thee  with  their  hands. 
k  Ver,  165. 

3  Great  is  their  peace  who  ^ove  thy  law 

How  firm  their  foals  abide  3 
O  2 


246  PSALM      CXIX. 

Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their  (teady  feetaiide. 
Ver.   21,  1 1 8. 

4  Then  mail  my  heart  have  inward  joy, 

And  keep  my  face  from  fhame, 
When  all  thy  itatutes  I  obey 
And  honor  all  thy  name, 

5  But  haughty  finners  God  will  hate, 

The  proud  mall  die  accuril ; 
The  fons  of  falihood  and  deceit 
Are  trodden  to  the  duft. 
Ver.    119,153. 

6  Vile  as  the  drofs  the  wicked  are  ; 

And  thofe  that  leave  thy  ways 
Shall  fee  falvation  from  afar, 
But  never  tafce  thy  grace. 

PS  ALM    119.  Second  Fart." 

Secret    Demotion  a?id  Spiritual  mindednefs ; 
Conjiani  C&nvcrfe  <wiih  GoJ. 

1  '  H  ^O  thee,  before  the  dawning  light, 

JL     My  gracious  God,  I  pray; 
I  meditate  thy  name  by  uight, 
And  keep  thy  law  by  day. 
Ver.   81. 

2  My  fpirit  faints  to  fee  thy  grace, 

Thy  promiie  bears  me  up  ; 
And  while  falvation  long  delays, 
Thy  wordfupports  my  hope. 
Ver.    164. 

3  "Seven  times  a  day  I  lift  my  hands 

And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee  : 
Thy  Righteous  providence  demand; 
Repeated  pr&iie  kom  me. 


P  S  A  L  M      CXIX.  2X7 

Ver.  62. 
4.  When  midnight  darknefs  veils  the  Ikies, 
I  call  thy  works  to  mind  : 
My  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rife, 
And  fvveet  acceptance  find. 

PSALM  119.     Third  Part. 

Vrofejjlon  of  Sincerity,  Repentakce,  and  Obedience. 

Ver.  57,  60. 
1   *~  §  vHOU  art  my  portion,  O  my  God, 
JL      Soon  as  I  know  thy  way, 
My  heart  makes  haile  i9  obey  thy  word, 
And  fufFers  no  delay. 

Ver.   30.    14. 
Ickoofe  the  path  of  heav'nly  truth, 

And  glory  in  my  choice  ; 
Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 
Could- make  me  fo  rejoice. 

3  The  tefti-monies  of  thy  grace 
I  fet  before  my  eyes  : 
Thence  I  derive  my  daily  flrength, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 
Ver.   59. 
If  once  I  wander  from  thy  path, 

I  think  upon  my  ways, 
Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
And  trail  thy  pavd'ning  grace. 
Ver.  94,  112. 
5  Now  I  am  thine,  forever  thine, 
G  law  thy  fervant,  Lord, 
Thou  art  my  ihield,  my  hiding  place, 

My  hoDe  is  in  thy  word.  . 

Ver.    112, 
Thou  hail  inclnvd  this  he'art  of  mine, 

Thy  ilatutes  to  full;  ; 
And  thus  till  mortal  life  mall  end, 
Vvrouid  I  perform  &y  will, 


hs         psalm    cxix. 

PSALM   119.  Fourth  Part. 

hiflruclion  from  Scripture. 

1  T  TOW  ihall  the  young  fecure  their  hearts 
XI  And  guard  their  lives  from  fin  ? 

Thy  word  the  choiceft  rules  imparts 
To  keep  the  confcience  clean. 
Ver.   130. 

2  When  once  it  enters'to  the  mind, 

It  ipreads  fuch  light  abroad, 
The  meaneit  fouls  inilruclion  find, 
And  raife  their  thoughts  to  God. 
Ver.   105. 

3  'Tis  like  the  Tun,  a  heav'nly  light, 

That  guides  us, all  the  day  : 
And  thro'  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 
Ver.   99,  100. 
4.  The  men  that  keep  thy  law  with  care, 
And  meditate  thy  word, 
Grow  wiier  than  their  teachers  are, 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 
Ver.    104,  113. 

5  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wile  ; 

I  hate  the  fmners  road  : 
I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rife, 
But  love  thy  law,  my  Cod. 
Ver.  89,  90,  91. 

6  The  Marry  heav'ns  thy  rule  obey, 

The  earth  maintains  her  place  ; 
And  thefs  thy  fervants,  night  and  day, 
Thy  (kill  and  pev/'r  ex"preis, 

7  But  fliil  thy  law,  and  gofpcL  Lord, 

Have  h<Ibii3  more  divine:    . 
t  ear tii  fta  r  than  thy 

"    Nor  {^r.  fo  nobly  Paine. 


PSALM      CXIX.  249 

Ver.  190,  14.0,  9,  119. 
Thy  word  is  everlaiting  truth 

How  pare  is  ev'ry  page  ! 
That  holy  book  fhafi  guide  our  youth, 
Aj&d  well  fupport  our  age. 
PSALM  119.     Fifth  Part. 

delight   in  Scripture  j   cr,   the    Word  of  GOD 
dwelling    in    us. 
Ver.   97. 
H  how  I  love  thy  holy  law  ! 
'.  'Tis  daily  my  delight ; 
And  thence  my  medications  draw 
Divine  advice  by  nirnt. 
Ver.'    :.i8v. 
My  waking;  eyes  prevent  f  he  day 

To  meditate  thy  wore!  : 
My  foul  with  longing  melts  away, 
To  hear  thy  goipei,  Lord. 

Ver-   i  I3>44- 
Thy  heav'nly  words  my  heart  engage, 

And  will  employ  my  tongue, 
And  in  my  tirefome  pilgrimage, 
Yield  me  a  heav'nly  long. 
Ver.   19,   I  of. 
Am  I  a  Granger,  or  at  home, 

'Tis  my  perpetual  feait ; 
Not  honey  dropping  frcm  the  comb 
So  much  allures  the  taire. 
Ver.   72,    127.  _ 
Isio  neafjres  io  curie li  the  nunc  ; 

Ncr  fhali  thy  word  be  fold 
Fu-:  fj    ir  well  refo'd, 

;v^:  zs,  4-9r.1j.5- 

:re  links,  and  ipirks  droop, 
Thy  promi'ti  of  £iace 


250  PSALM      CXIX. 

Are  pillars  to  f up  port  my  hope, 
And  there  I  wriie  thy  praife. 

PSALM    119.  Sixth  Part. 

Holinefs  and  Comfort  from  the  Word. 

Ver.  128. 

1  T    ORD,  I  eiteem  thy  judgments  right, 
X-j  And  all  thy  ftatutes  juft, 

Thence  I  maintain  a  conilant  fight, 
With  ev'ry  rlait'ring  lint. 
Ver.  97,  9 

2  Thy  precepts  often  I  furvey, 

I  keep  thy  law  in  fight 
Thro'  all  the  hufmefs  of  the  day, 
To  form  my  actions  right. 
Ver.  62. 

3  My  heart  in  midnight  filence  cries, 

"  How  fweet  thy  comforts  be  ; 
My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder  rife, 
1     And  bring  their  thinks  to  thee. 
Ver.    162. 

4  And  when  my  fpirit  drinks  her  fill, 

At  fome  good  word  of  thine, 
Not  mighty  men  that  (hare  the  fpoil, 
Have  joys  ccmpar'd  to  mine. 

P  S  A  L  M    1 19.    Seventh  Part. 
ijnperfe3ion  of  nature,  and  -perfection  of  Script :n 

Ve :. ;  96.  Paraphrafed. 

1  he  heathen  writers  join 
fornj  one  perfect  beck, 

£rreat  God,  if  once  compar'd  with  thine. 
,v  mean  their  writings  look. 

2  Not  the  moll  per  fed  fu 

Could  fhew  one  h  n  : 


P  S  A  L  M     CXIX.  251 

Nor  lead  a  ftep  beyond  the  g.ave, 
But  thine  conduct  to  heav'n. 

I've  feen  an  end  to  what  we  call 

Perfection  here  below  ; 
How  fnort  the  pow'rs  of  nature  fall, 

And  can  no  farther  go. 
Yet  man  would  fain  be  juft  with  Gcd, 

By  works  their  hands  have  wrought  : 
But  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad. 

Extend  to  every  thought. 
In  vain  we  boart  perfection  here, 

While  iin  defiles  our  frame  : 
And  finks  our  virtues  down  fo  far 

They  fcarce  deferve  the  name. 

Our  faith,  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace 

Fall  far  below  thy  word ; 
But  perfect  truth  and  righteoufneA 

DwelLonly  with  the  Lord. 

>ALM  119.  Eighth  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

Excellency  and  Variety  of  Scripture. 

Ver.   in.     Paraphrafed. 

LORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice,, 
-  My  Jailing  heritage  ; 
There  lhali  my  nobleft  pow'rs  rejoice. 
My  warmerl  thoughts  engage. 

['11  read  the  hurries  of  thy  love, 

And  keep  thy  laws  in  fight, 
S^hiie  thro'  the  promises  I  rove. 

With  ever-:reih  delight. 
Tis  a  brOad  land  of  wealth  nnknown. 

W&e&e  ip rings  of  life  arife, 
of  immortal  blifs  are  ibwn, 

And  hidden  glory  lies. 


;*  PSALM    CXIX. 

The  bell  relief  that  mbarners  have, 

It  makes  our  ibriows  bleft ; 
Our  fakeft  hope  beyond  the  grave, 

And  oar  eternal  rti'L 

PSALM   119.  Ninth  Part. 

Dcjire  cf  Kno-Lvkche. 

Ver.  64,  68,  18. 

/T~4LIY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord, 

A     How  good  thy  works  appear. 
Open  my  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 
And  fee  thy  wonders  there. 
Ver.   73,  125. 
My  heart  was  faihion'd  by  thy  hand, 

My  lervice  is  thy  due, 
Oh  make  thy  fenrant  underfcand 
The  duties  I  mult  do. 

Since  I'm  a  itranger  here  below, 

Let  not  thy  path  be  hid, 
But  mark  the  road  my  feet  mould  go, 
And  be  my  conftant  guide. 
Ver.   26. 
When  I  confefs'd  my  wand'ring  ways, 

Thou  heard!!  my  foul  complain  ; 
Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy  grace, 
Or  I  ihall  ilray  again. 
Ver.  33,34. 
If  God  to  me  his  ftatutes  ihew. 
And  heavYiiy  truth  impart, 
His  work  for  ever  I'll  pur'lie, 
:hali  rule'mv  fa 

Vje.ft  50U1; 

t  when  I  bore 

It  made  nw.  lea  rn  thy  word  the  iglppffj 


1 


P  S  A  L  M      CX1X.  255 

Ver.  51. 
[In  vain  the  proud  deride  me  now  ;■ 

I'll  ne'er  forget  thy  law, 
Nor  let  that  bleffed  gofpel  go 

Whence  all  my  hopes  I  draw. 
Ver.  27,   171. 
When  I  have  learn'd  my  Father's  will, 

I'll  teach  the  world  his  ways ; 
My  thankful  lips  infpir'd  with  zeal, 

Shall  fing  aloud  his  praife.] 

PSALM     119.     Tenth  Part. 

Pleading  the  Promifes. 

-     Ver.   38,  49. 

BEHOLD  thy  waiting  iervant,  Lord, 
Devoted  to  thy  fear  ; 
Remember  and  confirm  thy  word, 
For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 
Ver.  41,   58,   107. 
\  Haft  thou  not  fent  falvation.  down. 
And  promis'd  quick'ning  grace, 
Doth  not  my  heart  addrefs  thy  th 
And  yet  thy  love  delays. 
Ver.   123,  42. 
j  Mine  eyes  for  thy  falvation  fail ; . 
Oh  bear  thy  fervant  up  ; 
Nor  let  the  fcofhng  lips  prevail, 
Who' dare  reproach  my  hope, 
Ver.  49,  74. 
\.-  Didil  thou  not  raife  my  faith,  O  L< 
Then  let  thy  truth  appear  : 
Saints  mall  rejoice  in  my  reward* 
Am<i  trull  as 


111 .:- 


zs±  PSALM     CXIX. 

PSALM    119-  Eleventh  Part. 
Breathing  after  Kolinefs. 

Ver.     5,  33. 

kH  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
To  keep  his  featues  itill  ! 
Oh  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will 
Ver.     29. 
3  Oh  fend  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 
Thy  law  upon  my  heart ! 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 

Ver.   37,   36. 

3  From  vanity  turn  off  my  eyes  ; 
*    Let  no  corrupt  delign, 

Nor  covetous  deiires  arife 
Within  this  foul  of  mine. 
Ver.   133. 

4  Order  my  footfteps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  fucere  ; 
Let  fin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  confcience  clear. 
Ver.    176. 

5  My  foul  hath  gone  too  far  aftray, 

My  feet  too  often  ilip  : 
Yet  fince  I  keep  in  mind  thy  way, 
Keflore  thy  wandering  llheep, 
Ver.   35. 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  tonic;. 

'Tis  a  delightful  road  ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  noi  heart,   n- 
Offend  flgaittii:  rny  God, 


PSALM      CX1X.  255 

PSALM  119.  Twelfth  Part. 
Breathing  after  Comfort  and  izeli-verance. 

Ver.   153. 

1  1%  /FY  God,  conflder  my  diftrefs, 
J_VjL   Let  mercy  plead  my  caufc, 
Though  I  have  ihvd  againil  thy  grace,, 

I  ne'er  forget  thy  laws. 

Ver.  39,   116. 

2  Forbid,  forbid  the  fharp  reproach, 

Which  J  10  juiily  rear  ; 
Uphold  my  life,  uphold  my  hopes, 
Nor  let  my  mame  appear. 

Ver.    122^135. 

3  Be  thou  a  furety.  Lord,  for  me, 

Nor  let  the  proud  opprefs  ; 
But  make  thy  waiting  iervant  fee 
The  minings  of  thy  face 
Ver.  99,  81. 

4  My  eyes  with  expectation  fail  ; 

My  heart  within  me  cries, 
<e  WheKHuiU  the  Loru  Lis  trutt 
"  And  bid  my  co:nj 


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er.   3 


5  Look  down  upon  my  iorrows  Lord, 
And  fhew  thy  grace  the  fame  j 
Thy  tender  rnerm_  ord 

To  tliofe  that  love  tliy  name 

PSALM    119.  Thirteenth  Part.   C.     M. 
Holy  Fear,  and  Tender.icfs  of  Cuiif: 
Ver.    10. 
I  X$  7ITK  my  wkc'le  hesrt  I've  lought  thy 
.    VV     OH-let  sie'neve  riv::j 

From 


2  56  PSALM      CX1X. 

Ver.   ii. 
z  Thy  word  I've  plac'd  within  my  heart, 
To  keep  my  conference  clean  ; 
And  be  an  everlafUng  guard, 
From  every  rifmg  fm. 

Ver.   63,  53,   158. 

3  I'm  a  companion  of-the  faints, 

Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord  ; 
My  forrows  rife,  my  nature  faints, 
When  men  tranfgrefs  thy  word. 
Ver.   161,   163. 

4  While  finners  do  thy  gofpel  wrong, 

My  fpirit  Hands  in  awe  ; 
My  foul  abhors  a  lying  tongue, 
Cut  loves  thy  righteous  law. 
Ver.    161,   120. 
j  My  heart  with  facred  rev'rence  hears 
The  threat'nings  of  thy  word  ; 
My  flefn  with  holy  trembling  fears 
The  judgements  of  the  Lord. 
Ver.    166,   174. 
6  My  God,  I  long,  I  hope,  I  wait, 
For  thy  falvation  CU.11  : 
While  thy  whole  law  is  my  delight, 
Audi  obey  thy  will. 

PSALM    119.       Fourteenth   Part. 

ktfit  of  Afflictions,  and  Support  under  tbdtn. 

Ver.   153,  8i>  82. 
1    /"CONSIDER  all  my  forrows,  Lord, 
\_j  And  thy  deliverance  fend  ; 
My  foul  for  thy  falvation  faints. 
When  will  my  troubles  end  ? 
Ver.   71. 
c  Yet  I  have  found  'tis  good  forms- 
To  bear  my  Fathers  red; 


P  S  A  L  M      CXIX.  2\ 

Afiiictions  make  me  learn  thy  law, 
And  live  upon  my  God. 
Ver.  so. 
3  This  is  the  comfort  I  enjoy  . 
When  new  diitrefs  begins  : 
I  read  thy  word,  I  run  thy  way, 
And  hate  my  former  fins. 
Ver.  92. 
4,  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight 
When  earthly  joys  were  fled, 
My  foul,  oppreft  with  forrows  weight, 
Had  funk  amongir.  the  dead. 
Ver.  7S. 

5  I  know  thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  right, 

Though  they  may  feem  fevere  ; 
The  iharpeft  fufFerings  I  endure 
Flow  from  thy  faithful  care. 
Ver.  67. 

6  Before  I  knew  thy  chair/rung  rod, 

My  feet  were  apt  to  ftray  ; 
But  now  I  learn  to  keep  thy  word,. 
Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 

PSALM    119.       Fifteenth  Part 

Holy  Refolution. 

Ver.  93. 

,H  that  thy  iiatutes  every  hour. 
Might  dwell  upon  my  mino  ! 
Tnence  1  derive  a  quickViing  po  >  c : 
And  daily  peace  1  hnd. 
Ver.   61.    15, 
To  meditate  thy  precepts.  Lor- a, 

Shall  be  my  iweet  employ  : 
My  foul  (hail  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
Thy  word  is  all  my  voy- 


;3  PSALM         CXIX. 

Ver.  32. 
How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands, 

If  thou  my  heart  discharge 
From  iin  and  Satan's  hateful  chains 
And  fet  my  feet  at  large  ! 

Ver.    13,  46. 
My  lips  with  courage  (hall  declare 

Thy  ftatutes  and  thy  name  j 
I'll  fpeak  ihy  word,  tho5  kings  mould  hear, 
Nor  yield  to  fiivful  fhame. 

Ver.  61,  69,  70. 
Let  bands  ofperfecutors  rife 

To  rob  me  of  my  righ:. 
Let  pride  and  malice  forge  their  lies, 
The  law  is  my  delight. 
Ver.    115. 
Depart  from  me,  ye  wicked  race, 
oi'e  hands  and  hearts  are  ill  : 
I  Jove  iry  God,  1  love  his  way*, 
And  muft  obey  his  will. 

PSALM   119.     Sixteenth  Part, 

Frajcr  for  quickening  Grace. 

Ver.  25,  37. 
T!^  yj'Y  foal  lies  cleaving  to  the  duft, 
J_VJL  Lord,  give  me  life  divine  : 
Frqsa  vain  defires  and  zveiy  loft 
Fun  -  eyes  ci  mine. 

I  need  i  he  influence  of  thy  grr.ee 

To  /peed  ine  ttl  thy  way. 
Leil  I  inould  loiter  in  my  rac£, 

Or  turn  my  f«<  . 

.:.    107. 

.  ^d  thy  quick'. 1 


PSALM      CXIX.  259 

Thy  word  that  I  have  reited  on 
Shall  help  my  heavier!:  "hours. 
Ver.    156,  40. 
[  4  Are  not  thy  mercies  fov;reign  frill. 
And  thou  a  faithful  God  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 
To  run  the  heav'nly  road  ? 
Ver.    159,  40. 

5  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love, 
And  long  to  fee  thy  face  ? 

And  yet  how  flow  my  fpirits  move 
Without  enlivening  grace  ! 
Ver.   93. 

6  Then  mall  I  love  thy  gofpel  more, 
And  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 

When  I. have  felt  it's  qaick'ning  povv'r 
To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 

PSALM  119.  Seventeenth  Part.  L.  Mtt, 

Grace  fijining  in  Difficulties  and  Trials, 

Ver.    143,  28. 
ill  7HEN  pain  ana  anguUh  iieze  me.  Lord;, 
VV    Ail  my  fuppbrt  is  from  thy  word  : 
My  foul  defotves  for  heavinefs  : 
Uphold  me  with  thy  itrength'ning  grace, 
Ver.  51,  69,  no. 
2  Tils  proud  have  franrd  .  - 

They  watch  %  feet  with  pnvio^s  eves, 
foul  yfar&^M  ; 

■ V&rTibi,  "7S, 
I  The/  hz-.e  me,  Lord,,  vithoat  a  caufe, 
•  y  hate  to  fee  me  io/e  thy  laws ; 
ill  truit  ana  frar  thy  name, 
Till  pride  and  mall  -  ids  limine, 


260  P  S  A  L  M      CXX. 

PS  AL  M    119.    Laft  Part. 

Sanctified 'aJfiiciio?is y  or,  Delight  in  the  word '  cfCod 
Ver.   67,  50. 

1  T^ATHER,  X  blefs'thy  gentle  hand  ; 
Jp   How  kind  was  thy  chaftinng  rod, 
That  fore'd  my  conference  to  a  itand 

And  brought  my  wand'ring  foul  to  God ! 

2  Foolifn  and  vain,  I  went  aftray, 

Ere  I  had  felt  thy  fcourges,  Lord, 
I  lti\  my  guide,  arid  loli  my  way  : 
But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  word. 
Ver.  71. 

3  'T5s  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke, 

For  pride  is  apt  to  rife  and  fwell ; 
'Xis  good  to  bear  my  father's  ilroke, 
That  I  might  learn  his  itatutes  well. 
Ver,   72. 

4  The  law  that  iftues  from  thy  mouth 

Shall  raiie  my  cheerful  paflions  more 

in  all  die  treafures  of  the  fouth, 
Or  richeit  hills  of  golden  ore. 
Ver.  73. 

5  Thy  haadshave  male  my  mortal  frame, 

:  Thy  fpirit  form'd  my  ibul  * 

e  to  know  thy  wQ»4'rous  name 
And  guard  me  fafe  from  death  and  fin. 

Ver,  71.. 
.  n  all  thatrlove  lie  Lord 

At  my   b  hall  rejoice  ; 

For  I  have  tr 

And  made  iky  gi&C3  my  only  choice. 

PSAL  M    120.  Consmon  ;,' 
Complain:   of  i  urs  y    or, 

Di :■-. 

i   A  s  ^HOU  God.  of  love,  thou    - 

JL     Pity  my  fufprir.g  ilate  ; 


psalm    cxxi. 

When  wilt  thou  fet  my  heart  at  reft, 
From  lips  that  love  deceit  ? 

2  Hard  lot  of  mine  !  My  days  are  cad 

Among  the  fons  of  ilrife, 
Whofe  never  ceaiing  quarrels  wafte 
My  golden  hours  of  life. 

3  Oh  might  I  fly  to  change  my  place, 

How  would  I  cheoie  to  dwell 

In  fome  wide  loaefome  wildernefs, 

And  leave  thefe  gates  of  hell  ? 

4  Peace  is  the  bleihng  that  I  feek, 

How  lovely  are  its  charms  ! 
I  am  for  peace  ;  but  when  I  fpeak, 
They  all  declare  for  arms. 

5  New  pamons  -till  their  fouls  engage-, 
-    And  keep  their  malice  itrong  : 
What  fhall  be  done  to  earb  thy  rage, 

O  thou  devouring  tongue  1 

6  Should  burning  arrays  fmiteth?^  tktfl 

Strict  juiHce  would  approfe  ; 
But  I  would  rather  fpare  my  foe, 
And  melt  his  heart  with  Icve. 

PSALM  I2i.     Long  Metre, 

Di-vine   ProtcSIicn. 

I   y  TP  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eye ■-., 
%J   Th'  eternal  hills  beyond  the  feic: 
Thence  all  her  help  my  ioui  derives ; 
There  my  almighty  refuge  w  e. 

2  He  lives;  the  everla^iug  God, 
at  built  the  world,  that  ir.  . 
The  heawns,  with  all  thekhofo  :  - 
And  tn3  dark  regions  of  the  iead* 
iJ   2 


262  PSALM     CXXL 

3  He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way  ; 
His  morning  fmiles  adorn  tne  day  : 
He  fpreads  the  ev'ning  veil,  and  keeps 
Tiie  iilent  hours  while  ifraei  iieeps. 

4  Ifraei,  a  name  divinely  bleft, 
May  rife  fecure,  fccurely  reft ; 
Thy  holy  guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  no  ilumber,  nor  furprife. 

5  No  fun  mail  fmite  thy  head  by  day 
Nor  the  pale  moon  with  fickly  ray 
Shall  blail  thy  couch  ;  no  baleful  flar 
Darts  his  malignant  fire  fo  far. 

6  Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  burn, 
Still  thou  malt  go,  and  Hill  return; 
Safe  in  the  Lord  !  his  heav'nly  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  every  fnare. 

7  On  thee,  foul  fpirits  have  no  power  ; 
And  in  thy  laii  departing  hour, 

jels,  that  trace  the  airy  road, 
I  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God. 

PSALM    I2i.    Common  Metre. 

Prefert'atio?i  ly  Day  and  'Night. 

O  heav'n  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 
There  all  my  hopes  are  kid, 
The  Lord  that  built  the  earth  and  Ikies 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 

their  itedfaft  feel  mall  never  fail, 
Wnom  he  deiigns  to  keep  ; 

His  ear  attends  the  fofteft  call  j 
His  eyes  can  never  fieep.. 

He  will  fufrain  our  weak. 
With  his  alcaig 


PSALM     CXXI.  265 

And  watch  our  mail  unguarded  hours 
Againft  furpriiing  harm. 

4  Ifrael  rejoice,  and  reil :  fecure, 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  : 
His  wakefnl  eyes  employ  his  power 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 

5  Nor  fcorching  fun,  nor  fickly  moon 

Shall  have  its  leave  to  fmite : 
He  lhields  thy  head  from  burning  noon, 
From  Waiting  damps  at  night. 

6  He  guards  thy  foul,  he  keeps  thy  breath* 

Where  thicksft  dangers  come  ; 
Go  and  return  fecure  from  death, 
Till  God  commands  thee  home. 

PSALM  121.     As  the  148th  Pfalm, 

God  our  Prefer'jsr. 

i   T  TPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
\J     From  God  is  all  my  aid; 
The  God  that  built  the  Sues, 

And  earth  and  nature  made  : 

God  is  the  tower 
To  which  I  fly  : 
His  grace  is  nigh 
In  every  hour. 

2  My  feet  mail  never  flide, 

And  fail  in  fatal  fnares, 
Since  God  my  guard  and  giiide, 
Defends  me  from  my  fears, 

Thole  wakeful  eyes 
That  never  fieep, 
lall  Lfrael  keep 
V/hin.  danger:  rsfe. 


z64  P  S  A  L  M     CXXII. 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day,    - 

Nor  blafts  of  evening  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 
If  God  be  with  me  there  ; 

Thou  art  my  fun, 
And  thou  my  (hade, 
To  guard  my  head 

By  night  or  noon. 

4  Haft. thou  not  given  thy  word 

To  lave  my  foul  from  death  ? 
And  lean  truft  my  Lord 

.    Takeep  my  mortal  breath  ; 
I'll  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die, 
Till  from  on  high 
Thou  call  me  home. 

PSALM   122.     Common  Metre. 

Gcixg  to  Church. 

"OW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
My  friends  devoutly  fay, 
"  1>:  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 
'*  And  kisjk  thejhlemn  dm" 

I  love  the  gates,  I  love  the  road  ■ 
The  church,  adorn'd  with  grace, 

Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God 
To  mew  his  milder  face. 

Up  to  her  court's,  with  joy  unknown 

The  holy  -tribes  repair  ; 
The  ion  of  David  holds  his  throne, 

And  fits  in  judgment  there. 

He  hears  our  praifes  and  complaints  ; 

And  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  miners  from  the  fab:. 

We  tremble  and  rejoice. 


PSAL  M         CXXII.        .  265 

Peace.be  within  this  {acred  place, 

And  joy  a  conilant  gueit ! 
With  holy  gift*  ar.:l  heavmly  grace 

Be  her  attendants  bleft ! 

My  foul  ihall  pray  for  Zion  fall, 
While  life  or  breath  remains  ; 

There  my  bell  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 
There  God  my  oavicur  reigns. 

PSALM   122.    Proper  Tune. 

Going  to  Church. 

1  ITjfOW  pless'd  and  bleft  was  I, 
JTa  To  near  the  people  cry, 

€<  Comey  lei  us  jezk  our  God  tc-dsj  \ 

Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal 

"We  hafte  to  Z  ion's  hill. 
And  there  our  vo.vs  and  honors  pay. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorn'd  with  wondrous  grace, 

And  wall-s  of  ftrength  embrace  the  i 
In  thee  our  tnces  appear 
To  pray,  and  praife,  and.  hear 

The  (acred  gofpel's  joyful  found, 

3  There  David's  greater  fen 
Has  flx'd  his  royal  throne, 

He  fits  for  grace  and  judgment  the:-:  ; 

.He  bias  the  faints  be  giad, 

He  makes  the  iinner  lad, 
And  humble  fouls  rejoice  with  fear, 

4.   .  j  attend  thy  gate, 

-  within  thee  wait, 
To  oleis  til.  foul  of  every  gueit : 
The  man  that  leeks  thy  peace, 
And  w ifnes  thine  increafe, 
A  thouiand  bieHm^s  on  him  reft ! 


266         P  S  A  L  M      CXXIII. 

5   My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 

"  Peace  to  this  j acred  houfe  P\ 

For  here  my  friends  a->.d  kindred  dwell ; 

And  flnce  my  glorious  God 

Makes  thee  his  beil  abode, 

My  foul  fhall  ever  love  the  well. 

Repeat  the  t^th  Stanza  to  cdmpkte  the  Tune, 

PSALM  123.  Common  Metre. 

Pleading  with  SubmiffioK. 

1  f~\  Thou  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reign 
\J  Enthron'd  above  the  £kies, 

To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  their  pain, 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes. 

2  As  fervants  watch  their  mailer's  hand, 

And  fear  the  angry  ftroke  ! 
Or  maid3  before  their  miftrefs  (land, 
And  wait  a  peaceful  look  ; 

3  So  for  our  fins  we  jufdy  feel 

Thy  discipline,  O  God  ; 
Yet  wait  the  gracious  moment  flill, 
Till  thou  remove  the  rod. 

4.  Thoie  that  in  wealth  and  pleafure  live, 
Our  daily  groans  deride, 
A  ad  thy  delays  of  mercy  give 
h  courage  to  their  pride. 
5   Our  foes  infult  us,  but  our  hope 
In  thy  companion  lies  ; 

dit  Pi  ill  bear  our  fpirits  up, 
:  God  wiii  notdefpife. 

PSALM   124.  Common  Metre. 

£:-'j?s  Ft  fiery. 

I    TTAD  not  the  God  o\  truth  and  1  ■ 
171  When  hoiis  agaiuil  ■ 


PSALM     CXXV.  26; 

Difplay'd  his  vengeance  from  above. 
And  crufh'd  the  conq'ring  foes  j 

Their  armies  like  a  raging  flood 
Had  fwept  the  guardlefii  land, 

Deftroy'd  on  earth  his  bieft  abode, 
And  'whelnrd  our  feeble  band. 

f  But  fafe  beneath  his  fpreading  Meld 

His  fons  fecureiy  reft, 
Defy  the  dangers  of  the  field, 

And  bare  the  fearlefs  breaft. 
And  now  our  fouls  mall  blefs  the  Lord, 

Who  broke  the  deadly  fnare  : 
Who  fav'd  us  from  the  murd'ring  fvvord, 

And  made  our  lives  his  care. 
Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name, 

Who  form'd  the  heav'ns  above  ; 
He  that  fupports  their  wondrous  frame 

Can  guard  his  church  by  love. 

PSALM  125.     Common  Metre. 

The  Saint's  Trial  and  Safety. 

UNSHAKEN  as  the  iacred  hill, 
And  firm  as  mountains  Hand, 
Firm  as  a  rock  the  foul  mail  reft, 
That  -trulls  thj  Almighty  hand. 

Not  walls  ncr  hills  could  guard  fo  well 

Old  Salem's  happy  ground, 
As  thofe  eternal  arms  of  Jove, 

That  every  faint  iurround. 

While  tyrants  are  a  fmarting  fcourge 

To  drive  them  near  fo  God, 
Divine  companion  will  affiage 

The  fbry  of  the  rod, 


263  PSALM         CXXV. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  fouls  fincere, 

And  lead  them  fafeiy  on 
To  the  bright  gates  ofparadife, 
WJhgre  Ciiriit  their  Lord  is  gone, 

5  But  if  we  trace  thofe  crooked  ways 

Tfiat  the  old  ferpent  drew, 
The  wrath  that  drove  hirn  nrit  to  hell, 
Shall  finite  his  followers  too. 

P  S  A  L  M   125.   Short  Metre. 

The  Saints    2 rial  and  Safety;    or,    Modcratea 
Affliaions. 

1  TT^IRM  and  unmov'd  are  they, 
jn    That  red  their  fouls  on  God; 
Firm  as  the  mount  where  David  dwelt, 

Or  where  the  ark  abode.    - 

2  As  mountains  Itood  to  guard 

The  city's  facred  ground, 

So  God  and  his  almighty  love 

Embrace  his  faints  around. 

3  What  tho'  the  Father's  rod 

Drop  a  chaftifing  ftroke, 
Yet  Jell  it  wound  their  fouls  too  deep, 
Its  fury  mall  be  broke. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  thofe, 

Whole  faith  and  pious  fear, 
Whole  hope  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace, 
Proclaim  their  hearts  fincere. 

5  Not  fii.dl  the  tyrant's  rage, 

Too  long  opprefs  the  iaints  ; 

The  God  of  Ifrael  will  fupport 

His  children,  left  they  faint. 

6  But  if  our  fiavim  fear 

Will  choofc  the  road  to  hell, 

I 


P  S  A  L  M      CXXVI.  269 

We  mult  exoe&  our  portion  there, 
Wn3ie  bolder  iinners  dwell. 

SALM   126.  Firft  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Surpri/wg  Deliverance. 

7HEN  God  reilord  our  captive  ftate, 
joy  was  our  fong,  and  grace  our  theme, 
The  grace  beyond  our  hopes  fo  great, 
That  joy  appear'd,  a  pleafmg  dream. 

2  The  fcoiter  owns  thy  hand,  and  pays 
Unwilling  honors  to  thy  name  ; 

While  we  with  pleafure  iliout  thy  praifea 
With  cheerful  notes  thy  love  proclaim- 

3  When  we  review  our  difnial  fears, 
'Twas  hard  to  think  they'd  vanifh  fo,. 
With  God  we  left  our  flowing  tears, 
He  makes  our  joys  like  rivers  flow. 

4  The  man  that  in  his  furrow'd  field, 
His  fcatter'd  feed  with  fadnefs  leave:-, 
Will  tfcactt  to  :e^  the  harveit  yield 

A  welcome  load  of  joyful  fneaves. 

<    PSALM    126.    Common  Metre, 
lloe  j'oy  of  a  remarkable  Ccu-z'erjion  >•  or,  M 

i^T^HENGodrevc^'uhls  gracious  nam^ 
V  V     And  chang;d  my  mournful  ftate, 
-  -       opiure  {eemfd  a  pleafmg  dream, 
grace  appear'd  fo  great. 

3  ;rid  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

o  ■  uiu  thy  hand  confefs, 
rvl'y.t    figue.  broke  put  in  unknown  itrains, 
:.  tang  mrpriung  grace. 


27o  PSALM      CXXVII. 

3  * '  Great  is  the  work,  my  neighbours  cry'd, 

And  own'd  the  power  divine  ; 
"  Gnat  is  the  work    my  heart  repli'd 
"  And  be  the  Glory  trine." 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkeil  ikies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night ; 
Make  drops  of  facred  forrow  rife 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  thofe  that  fow  in  fadnefs  wait 

Till  the  fair  harveft  come, 
They  (hall  confefs  their  iheaves  are  great 
And  stout  the  bleflings  home. 

6  Tho'  fec-d  lie  bury'd  long  in  duft, 

It  (han't  deceive  their  hope  ! 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  loft 
For  grace  injures  the  crop. 

PSALM   127.    Long  Metre. 

The  BleJJing  of  God  en  the  Bujinefs  and  Com/on 
cf  Life. 

i   TF  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  coft 

JL  The  pains  to  build  the  houfe  are  loft. 

If  God  the  cky  will  not  keep, 

The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  fleep. 

2  What  tho'  we  rife  before  the  fun, 
And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  gone, 
Careful  and  fparing.eat  our  bread, 
To  muri  that  poverty  we  dread, 

3  'Tis  all  in  vain,  till  God  hath  blefr, 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  rt-ft  ; 
On  God  our  fov'reign,  ifcill  depc. 
Our  joy  ih  Children  and  in  friends. 

4  Happy  the  man  to  whom  he  feud:- 
Obedient  children 


I  TFG 


psalm    cxxvrr.       271 

How  fweet  oar  daily  comforts  prove, 
When  they  are  feafon'd  with  his  love  ! 

PSALM  127.  Common  Metre. 
Gcd  Jill  in  All. 
God  to  build  the  houfe  deny, 
e  builders  work  in  vain ; 
And  towns  without  his  wakeful  eye, 
An  ufelefs  watch  maintain. 

2  Before  the  morning  beams  arife, 

Your  painful  work  renew, 
And  till  the  liars  afcend  the  fkies 
Your  tirefome  toil  purfue. 

3  Short  be  your  fleep,  and  ccarfe  your  fare  ; 

In  vain  till  God  has  Bleft  ; 
But  if  his  fmiles  attend  your  care, 
You  lhall  have  food  and  reft. 

4  Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  friends, 

Shall  real  bleffings  prove 
Nor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  fends, 
If  fent  without  his  love. 

PSALM   128.      Common  Metre. 
Family  Blcjjtngs* 

1  f~\  HAPPY  man,  whole  foul  is  fJl'd 
\jf  With  zeal  and  rev 'rend  awe  ! 
His  lips  to  God  their  honors  yield. 

His  life  adorns  the  law. 

2  A  careful  providence  (hall  fcand. 

And  ever  guard  thy  head, 
Shall  on  the  labours  of  thy  hand 
Its  kindly  blefiings  fried, 

3  Thy  wife  fhali  be  a  fruitful  vine  : 

Thy  children  round  thy  board. 
Each  like  a  plant  of  honour  mine, 
And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord, 


2-2  P  S  A  L  M     CXXIX. 

■(.  The  Lord  (hail  thy  bell  hopes  fulfil, 
For  months  and  years  to  come  ; 
The  Lord  who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill, 
Shall  fend  the  bleiEngs  home . 
'5   This  is  the  man  whofe  happy  eyes, 
Shall  fee  his  houfe  increafe  ; 
Shall  fee  the  finking  church  arife, 
Tnen  leave  the  world  in  peace, 

PSALM    129.   Common  Metre. 

Perfecutors  Punijbed. 

1  T  TP  from  my  youth,  may  Ifrael  fay, 

\J   Have  I  been  nurs'd  in  tears ; 
My  griefs  were  conflarit  as  the  day, 
And  tedious  as  the  years. 

2  Up  from  my  youth,  I  bore  the  rage, 

Of  all  the  fons  efftrife  ; 
•   Oft  they  affail'd  my  riper  age, 
But  God  preferv'd  my  life. 

3  O'er  all  my  frame  their  cruel  dart 

its  painful  wounds  imprefs'd  ; 
Hourly  they  vex'd  my  fainting  heart, 
Nor  let  my  forrows  reft. 

4  The  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  throne, 

And  with  impartial  eye, 
Mcafur'd  the  mischiefs  they  had  done, 
Then  let  his  arrows  fiy. 

5  How  was  their  infolence  furpris'd, 

To  hear  his  thunders  roll ! 
And  all  the  foes  of  Zion  feiz'd 
With  horror  to  the  foul. 

5  Thus  (hall  the  men  that  hate  the  faints, 
Be  blamed  from  the  {ky  ; 


PSA  L  M      CXXX. 

their  glory  fades,  their  courage  faints, 
And  all  their  profpedts  die. 

[What  tho'  they  fiouriih  tail  and  fair, 
They  have  no  root  beneath  ; 

Their  growth  fliall  perifh  in  defpair, 
And  lie  defpis'd  in  death. 

[So  corn  that  onthe  houfe  top  Hands, 
I   No  hope  of  harveft  gives t 
^IIiq  reaper  ne'er  ihail  iiil  his  hands. 
Nor  binder  fold  the  iheaves. 

PSALM    130.    Common  Metre, 

Pardoning  Grace. 

UT  of  the  deeps  of 'long  diftrefsj 
The  borders  of  defpair, 
I  lent  my  cries  to  feek  thy  grace, 
My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 

Great  God,  mould  thy  feverer  eye, 

And  thine  impartial  hand, 
Mark  and  revenge  iniquity, 

No  mortal  fieia  could  ftand. 

But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God, 

For  crimes  of  high  degree  ; 
Thy  ion  has  bougm:  thf  iri  with  his  blooc 

To  draw  us  near  :c  thee. 

[I  wait  for  thy  falvatlcm,  Lord, 
With  krong  denres  I  wak  ; 

vly  foul,  invked  by  thy  word- 
Stands  watching  at  thy  |^e.] 

Jult  as  the  guards  that  keep  die  nig  a!: 

Long  for  the  morning;  iaies, 
tfatcn the  fir&  beams  of  breaking  light, 

And  meet  them  wkh  riielr  eyes. 


274  PSALM     CXXX. 

6  So  waits  my  foul  to  fee  thy  grace, 

And  more  intent  than  they, 
Meets  the  firft  op'nings  of  thy  face, 
And  finds  a  brighter  day.] 

7  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Ifrael  truft, 

Let  Ifra'l  feek  his  face ; 
The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  juft, 
And  plenteous  in  his  grace. 

3  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 
For  finners  long  enflav'd ; 
The  great  Redeemer  is  his  Son : 
And  Ifra'l  mail  be  fav'd. 

PSALM  130.  Long  Metre. 

Pardoning  Grace. 

1  T^ROMdeepdiftrefs  and  troubled  thought 
JP    To  thee,  my  God  I  rais'd  my  cries : 
If  thou  feverely  mark  our  faults, 
Mo  flefhean  Hand  before  thine  eyes. 

2  But  thou  haft  built  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Free  to  difpenfethy  pardons  there, 
That  finners  may  approach  thy  face, 
And  hope,  and  iove,  as  well  as  fear. 

3  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait, 
And  long  and  wiih  for  breaking  day, 
So  waits  my  foul  before  thy  gate  : 
When  wiii  my  God  his  face  difplay  ! 

4  My  truft  is  fix'd  upon  thy  word, 
Nor  (hall  1  trull  thy  word  in  vain : 
Let  mourning  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 

5  Gre.;t  is  his  love,  end  lorgwhis  grace, 
i  ur  hpttoftof  hisi>o*i-? 


PSALM      CXXXIL  275 

He  turns  our  feet  from  finful  ways, 
And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done. 

PSALM  131.     Common  Metre. 

Humility  and  SubmiJJhn. 
S  there  ambition  in  my  heart  ? 
Search.,  gracious  God,  and  ice 
Or  do  I  acl  a  haughty  part  ? 
Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 

f %  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  full, 

Ana  all  my  carriage  mild  ; 
Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 

And  peaceful  as  a  child. 

The  patient  foul,  the  lowly  mind, 

Shall  have  a  large  reward  : 
Let  faints  in  iorrow  lie  refign'd. 

And  trail  u  faithful  Lord. 

5ALM   132.  v.  5,  13— 18.  Long  Metre. 

'  the  Settlement  of  a  Church  „•   or,  2'te  Ordi- 
nation of  a  Mi?iifter. 
HERE  mall  we  go  to  feek  and  find 
An  habitation  tor  our  God  ; 
A  dwelling  for  the  eternal  mind 

Among  the  ions  of  rieih  and  blood  ?■ 

The  God  of  Jacob  chofe  the  hill 

Of  Zion  for  his  ancient  rer>  ; 
And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  frill. 

His  church  is  with  his  presence  blef^'d, 

"  Here  I  will  fix  my  gracious  throne, 
"  And  reign  for  ever,"  ikith  the  Lord ; 

ft  Here  mail  my  pow'r  and  love  bsknowiv 
"  And  biefiings  mall  attend  my  word. 

"  Hers  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poor, 
"  And  nil  their  (bdi  witti  living  bread ; 


276         P  S  A  L  M         CXXXII. 

"  Sinners,  that  wait  before  my  door, 
"  With  fweet  proviilons  (hall  be  fed. 

5  "  Girded  with  truth,  and  cloatb'd  with  grace 

"  My  piieih,  my  miai/iers  mall  flime  : 
"  Not  Aaron,  in  his  coftly  .drafs, 
"  Appears  fo  glorious  and  divine. 

6  "  The  faints,  unable  to  contain 

"  Their  inward  joys,  mail  mo  ut  and  ling; 
"  The  Son  of  David  here  fhall  reign, 
**  And  Zion  triumph  in  her  King." 

7  [Jefus  mail  fee  a  num'rous  feed 

Born  here  t'  uphold  his  glorious  name  ; 
Tlis  crown  mall  riouriih  on  his  head, 

While  all  his  foes  are  clcth'd  with  ihame. } 

PSALM  132.  v.  4,  5,  7,  8, 15—17.  C.  JVL 

A  Church  EftablifieJ. 

1  1WTO  fieep  nor  flumber  to  his  eyes 
XJ\  Good  Da\'id  would  afford, 
'Till  he  had  found  below  the  Ikies 

A  dwelling  for  the  Lord. 

2  The  Lord  in  Zion  plac'd  his  name, 

His  ark  was  fettled  there  ; 
And  there  th*  ailembled  nation  name 
To  worinip  thrice  a  year. 

3  We  trace  no  more  thofe  toiifome  way 

it  wander  far  abroad  ; 
leie'er  thy  people  meet  for  praiie, 
There  is  a  houfe  for  God. 

P     A     U     S     E. 

4  Arife.  O  Mi  ze,  arife, 

1  enter  to  thy  reft, 
Lo  !  thy  c  .  i  Its  u  ith  '' 

Thus 


PSALM     CXXXIII.         277 

5  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  train,. 

Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word  ; 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  fiich  grace  afford. 

6  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows. 

Here  let  thy  praife  be  spread  ; 

Blefs  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe,, 

And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

7  Here  let  the  Son  of  David,  reign* 

Let  God's  anointed  ftiine. 
Juflice  and  truth  his  court  maintain., 
With  love  andpow'r  divine. 

%  Here  let  him  hold  a  lafling  throne  ; 
And  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Frefh  honors  (hall  adorn  his  crown. 
And  fhame  confound  his  foes. 

PSALM     133.     Com.  Metre. 

Brotherly  Loroe. 

1  T    O!  what  an  entertaining  fight 
JLy  Thofe  friendly  brethren  prove, 
Whofe  chearful  hearts  in  bands  unite 

Of  harmony  and  love. 

2  Where  ftreams  of  blifs  from  Chrifl  the  fprin 

Defcend  to  ev'ry  foul, 
And  heavenly  peace  with  balmy  wing 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole. 

3  'Tis  like  the  oil  divinely  fweet 

On  Aaron's  rev'rend  head ; 
The  trickling  drops  perfam'd  his  feet 
And  o'er  his  garments. fpresd. 

4.  *Tis  pleafant  as  the  morning  de-ws 
That  fail  on  Zion's  hill, 


278  P  S  A  L  M        CXXXIII. 

Where  God  his  mildeit  glory  (hews, 
And  makes  his  grace  diftii, 

PSALM  133.      Short  Metre. 

Communion  of  Saints  ;  or  Lowe  and  nvarjfiif  in, 

a  family. 

1  TJ  LEST  are  the  fous  of  peace, 

J3  Whole  hearts  and  hopes  are  one, 
Whofe  kind  deilgns  to  ferve  and  pleafe 
Thro,  all  their  actions  run. 

2  Bleft  is  the  pious  hcufe 

Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet, 
Their  ibngs  of  praife,  their  mingled  vows 
Make  their  communion  fweet. 

3  Thus  when  on  Aaron's  head 

They  pour'd  the  rich  perfume, 
The  oil  thro'  all  his  raiment  fpread,   . 
And  pleafure  fill'd  the  room. 

4  Thus  on  the  heav'nly  hills 

The  faints  are  bleit  above, 
Where  joy  like  morning  dew  diflils, 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 

PSALM   133.       As  the   izzd  pfalm. 
The  Biennis  of  Frie-.djh'ip. 
*   1LT^W  pkafant  'tis  to  fee 
•  JLjL   Kindred  and  friends  agree, 
Each  in  his  proper  ftation  move, 
And  each  fulfil  his  part 
With  lympatj-;:;r.?;  feeartjj 
In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love. 
2  'Tis  like  an  ointment  fhed 

On  Aaron's  facred  head, 
Divinely  rich,  divinely  fweet  ; 
The  oil  thro'  all  the  room 
T>  1  ft»  s '  d  a  c  h  0  i  ce  p  z  r  ra  m  e , 
Ran  thro'  his  rota*  and  ble 


PSALM      CXXXV.         279 

Like  ffultmj  ihowers  of  rain 
That  water  all  the  plain, 

Descending  from  the  neighb'ring  Kills  5 
Such  iireams  of  pleaiure  roll 
Thro'  every  friendly  foul, 

W here  love  like  he.tv'nly  dew  difliis. 

PSALM  134.     Common  Metre. 

Daily  and  hightly   Devotion* 

17E  that  obey  tlr  immortal  King, 

\     Attend  his  holy  place  : 
Bow  to  the  glories  of  his  power, 
And  blefs  his  wond'rous  grace. 

2  Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning  light. 

And  fend  your  fouls  on  high  ; 
Raife  your  admiring  thoughts  by  night 
Above  the  Harry  iky. 

3  The  God  of  Zion  cheers  our  hearts 

With  rays  of  quick'ning  grace  ; 
The  God  that  fpreads  the  heavens  abroad, 
And  rules  the  fweiling  feas. 

PSALM  135. 1-4, 14,  19-21.  rirftPartL.M. 

'xbe  Church  is  GQD's  Houje  and  Care, 

1  IpjRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name., 
JL  While  in  his  earthly  courts  ye  wait. 
Ye  faints  that  to  his  hoaie  belong, 

Or  Hand  attending  at  his  gate. 

2  Praife  ye  the  Lord,  the  Lord  is  good  ; 
To  praife  his  name  is  fweet  employ  ; 
liraei  he  chofe  of  old  and  kill 

Krs  church  is  his  peculiar  joy. 

3  1  fee  Lord  him felf  will  judge  his  faints  :• 
He  treats  his  lervants  as  his  friends  ; 
And  when  he  hears  their  fore  complaints., 
Repents  the  fcrrows  that  he  fends. 


s8o  PSALM      CXXXV. 

4  Thro'  every  age  the  Lord  declares 

His  name,  and  breaks  ths  opprefibr's  rod; 
He  gives  his  fuiFering  fervajita  reft, 
And  will  be  known  th'  Almighty  God. 

5  Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  who  tafte  his  love, 
People  and  priefts  exalt  his  name ; 
Amongfl  his  faints  he  ever  dwells  ; 
His  church  is  his  jerufalem. 

PSALM  135.  vtr.  5—12.  Second  Part. 

The  Works  of  Creation,  Province,    Redemption 
of  Ifrael,  ar.d  DefruciicTi  cf  Enemies . 

i   £^  REAT  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high 
V_JT  Above  all  powers  and  every  throne; 
Whate'er  he  pleafe  in  earth  and  fea, 
Or  heaven,  or  hell,  his  hand  hath  done. 

1  At  his  command  the  vapours  rife, 

The  lightnings  flam,  the  thunders  roar  5 
He  pours  the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind 
And  tempelt  from  his  airy  ftore. 

3  'Twas  he  thofe  dreadful  tokens  fent, 
O  Egypt  thio'  thy  liabhorn  land  : 
When  all  thy  nrft-born;  bearfb  and  men, 
F:;ll  dead  by  his  avenging  hand. 

a.  What  mighty  nations,  mighty  kings 
Hr  flew  and  their  whole  country  gave 
To  Ifrael,  whom  his  hand  redeem'd, 
No  more  to  be  proud  Pharoalrs  (lave. 

5  His  DO'.v;:r  th;  fame*  the  fajae  his  grace, 
cs  us  from  the  holt  of  hell ; 
And  h&aveii  lie  give.5  us  to  por 
Whence  thole  spoliate  itiig 


PSALM     CXXXV.  23* 

PSALM   135.     Common  Metre.    ; 

Praife  due  to  GOD,  not  to  Idols. 

-I      A    WAKE,  ye  .faints  :  To  praife  your 
jf~\  Your  fweetefl  Paflions  raife,    [King, 
Your  pious  pieafure,  while  you  ling, 
Increafmg  with,  the  praife. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord  :  and  works  unknown 

Are  his  divine  employ  : 
But  itili  his  faints  are  near  his  throne, 
His  treafure  and  his  joy. 

3  Heaven,  earth  and  fea  confefs  his  hand  ; 

He  bids  the-  vapours  rife  ; 
Light'ning  and  ftorm  at  his  command 
Sweep  tnro'  the  founding  ikies.    . 

4  Ail  pow'r  that  gods  or  kin'gs  have  claim'd 

Is  found  with  him  alone  ; 
But  heathen  i^ods  mould  ne'er  be  nam'd 
Where  our  je  no  van's  known. 

5  Which  of  the  itocks  and  (tones  they  trail 

Can  give  them  mowers  of  rain  ; 
In  vain  they  worfnip  glitt'ring  dull, 
And  pray  to  God  in  vain. 

6  [Their  gods  have  tongues  that  fpeechlefi 

Such  as  their  makers  gave  :         [prove,, 
Their  feet  were  never  form! a  to  move, 
N'jr  hands  have  power  to  lave. 

7  Blind  are  their  eyes,  their  ears  are  deaf^ 

Nor  hear  when  mortals  pray ; 

Mortals  that  wait  for  their  relief. 

Are  blind  and  deaf  as  they.  ] 

.8  Ye  nations,  know  the  living  God, 
Serve  him  wi'ch  faith  and  fear  ; 

Q.2 


282  PSALM      CXXXVI. 

He  makes  the  churches  his  abode, 
And  claims  your  honors  there. 

PSALM   136.     Common   Metre. 

God's  Wonders  of  Creation  t  Providence ,  Redemp- 
tion  of  Ifrael,  and  Salvation  of  his  People. 

1  f~**  1 VE  thanks  to  God  the  fov'reign  Lord : 
VjT    His  mercies  ft  ill  endure. 

And  be  the  King  of  kings  ador'd, 
His  truth  is  ever  fur e. 

2  What  wonders  hath  his  wifdom  done  ? 

Hew  mighty  is  his  hand  r 
Heaven,  earth  and  lea  he  fram'd  alone  : 
Row  wide  is  his  command  / 

3  The  fun  lupplies  the  day  with  light : 

How  bright  his  counjih  jhins  i 
The  moon  and  ftars  adorn  the  night : 
His  works  are  all  divine  ! 

4  [He  ftruck  the  fons  of  Egypt  dead  : 

H:w  dreadful  is  his  rod! 
And  thence  with  joy  his  people  led  : 
How  gracious  is  our  God  ! 

5  He  cleft  the  fwelling  fea  in  two  ; 

His  arm  is  great  in  might, 
And  gave  the  tribes  a  paiTage  thro'  ; 

His  power  and  grace  unite* 

6  But  Pharaoh's  army  there  he  drown'd  ; 

How  glorious  are  his  ways  ! 
And  brought  his  iaints  thro* defart  ground  \ 
Eternal  be  his  praife. 

n  Great  monarchy  fell  beneath  his  hand  ; 

Victorious  ts  bis Jword y 
While  Iiraei  took  the  promis'd  land  ; 
Ami  faithful  u  his  -v.' <?>•,,',] 


PSALM     CXXXVI.        283 

B  He  faw  the  nations  dead  in  fin  ; 

He  felt  his  pity  move  : 
How  fad  the  Hate  the  world  was  in! 
Hovj  boundlefs  nvas  his  love  ! 

0  He  fen t  to  fave  us  from  our  woe; 

His  goodnefs  never  fails  ; 
From  death  and  hell,  and  every  foe ; 
And  fill  his  grace  prevails. 

10  Give  thanks  to  God  the  heavenly  king  : 
His  mercies  fill  endure  , 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  praifes  ling  ; 
His  truth  is  ever  Jure. 

PSALM   136.    As  the  148th  Pfalrru 

1  f^  IVE  thanks  to  God  moil  high, 
Vjf  The  univerfal  Lord  ; 

The  fovereign  K«g  of  kings : 
And  be  his  grace  ador'd. 

His  power  and  grace, 

Are  ftill  the  fame  ; 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlefs  praife. 

2,  How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 
What  wonders  hath  he  done  ! 
He  form'd  the  earth  and  fea>, 
And  fp.read  the  heavens  alone. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
Shall  frill  endure  ; 
And  ever  fure 
Abides  thy  word, 

3,  Hiswifdom.  fram'd  the  fun 
To  crown  the  day  with  light  ; 
The  moon  and  twinkling  liars 
To  cheer  thedarkiome  night. 


284  PSALM      CXXXVI. 

His  power  and  grace 
Are  itill  the  fame  : 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endlefs  praife. 

4  [He  fmote  the  firft-born  Tons, 
The  flower  of  Egypt  dead ; 
And  thence  his  chofen  tribes 
With  joy  and  glory  led. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
Shall  fiiil  endure, 
And  ever  fure 
Abides  thy  word. 

5  His  power  and  lifted  rod 
Cleft  the  Red-fea  in  two  ; 
And  for  his  people  made 
A  wondrous  paffage  thro'. 

His  power  and  grace 
Are  itill  the  fame  ;      * 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endlefs  praife. 

6  But  cruel  Pharaoh  there 
With  all  his  hoit  was  drown'd ; 
And  brought  his  Ifrael  fafe 
Thro'  a  long  defart  ground. 

Thy  rnprcy,  Lord, 
Shail  itiii  endure  ; 
And  ever  fure 
Abides  thy  word. 

Pause. 

7.  The  Kings  of  Canaan  fell 
Beneath  his  dreadful  hand  ; 
While  his  own  fervants  took 
P  0  lie  fix  on  of  their  land 


PSALM      CXXXVI.         2 

His  power  and  grace 
Are  ftiil  the  fame  ; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endlefs  praife.) 

He  faw  the  nations  lie, 
[  All  periihing  in  fin, 
And  pity'd  the  fad  ftate 
The  ruin'd  world  was  in. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  ftill  endure  ; 

And  ever  fure 

Abides  thy  word. 

.He  fent  his  only  fon 
To  fave  us  from  our  woe, 
From  fatan,  fin,  and  death, 
And  every  hurtful  foe. 

His  power  and  grace 

Are  flill  the  fame ; 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlefs  praife. 

o  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God, 
To  God  the  heav'nly  king  ; 
And  let  the  fpacious  earth 
His  works  and  glories  fing. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  fcill  endure  ; 

And  ever  fure 

Abides  thy  word. 

PSALM  136.  Abridg.  Long  Metre. 

GIVE  to  our  God  immortal  praife  1 
Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways  : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fang. 


*86  P  S  A  L  M      CXXXVIL 

2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown  ; 

His  mercies  c-ver  Jhall  endure 

When  lords  and  lings  j.'j  all  be  no  more. 

3  He  built  the  earth,  lie  fpread  the  fky, 
And  nx'd  the  ftarry  lights  on  high  : 

Winders  cf  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  fiis  mercies  in  your  Jong. 

4  He  fills  the  fun  with  morning  light, 
He  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night, 

His  mercies  ever  jhall  endure 

When  fun  and moon  Jhall  (hine  no  mors, 

5  The  jews  when  freed  from  Piiaraoh's  hand, 
And  brought  them  to  the  promised  land  ; 

Wonders  cf  grace  to  God belong , 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 

6  He  faw  the  Gentiles  dead  in  fin, 
And  felt  his  pity  move  within  ! 

His  mercies  ever  Jhall  endure,   ■ 
When  death  and  fin  Jhall  reign  no  more. 

7  He  i'enc  his  Son  with  power  to  fave 
Fro  n  guilt  anddarknefs,  and  the  grave 

Wonders  cf  grace  to  God  belong 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  Jong. 

S  Thro'  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 
Arid  leads  us  to  his  heav'nly  feat : 
His  ms  -sits  ever  Jhall  endure, 
Wbeh  this  vainzvorld  jhall  be  no  more. 

PSALM      137. 

The  Bahfonijh  Captivity.         [Hc'.vs 
1     A   kO'N G  the'h  inks  w h are  Babel ' s  c  Ur  re at 
X\,  Our  captive  bands  in  deep  defpondc  nee 
ilray*d, 


P  S  A  L  M      CXXXVIII.      287 

While  Z'on's  fall  in  fad  remembrance  rofe, 
er  friends,  her  children  mingled  with  the  dead. 

The  tnnelefs  harp  that  once  with  joy  we  lining 
rhen  praife  employ'" d  and  mirth  infpir'd  the  lay, 
In  mournful  fil'ence  on  the  willows  hung  : 
id  groaning  grier  proiong'd  the  tedious  day. 
Thebarb'rcus  tyrants,  to  increafe  their  woe, 
ith  taunting  frniles  a  long  of  Zion  claim  ; 
Bid  facred  praife  in  ftreams  melodious  flow, 
hile  they  blafpheme  the  great  Jehovah's  same. 

But  how,  in  heathen  chains  and  lands  unknown 

all  Ifraei  s  fons  a  fong  of  Zion  raife  ? 

O  hapiefs  Salem,  God's  terreftial  throne, 

iou  land  of  glory,  facred  mount  of  praife. 

If  e'er  mv  mem'ry  lofe  thy  lovely  name, 
my  cold  heart  neglecl  my  kindred  race, 
Let  dire  dcltruction  fe>:e  this  guilty  frame 
'  hand  shall  perish  and  my  voice  shall  ceafe, 

Vet  shall  the  Lord,  who  hears  when  Zion  calls, 
ertake  her  foes  with  terror  anddifmay, 
His  arm  avenge  her  defolated  walls, 
d  raife  her  children  to  eternal  day. 

P  S  A  L  M     138. 

Reftoring  and  Prcfervhig  Grace. 

WITH  all  1113/  powers  of  heart  and 
tongue, 
I'll  praife  my  maker  in.  my  fong  : 
Angels  fhall  hear  the  notes  I  raife, 
Approve  the  fong  and  join  the  praife. 

[Angels  that  make  thy  church  their  care 
Shall  witnefs  my  devotions  there, 
While  holy  zeal  direcls  my  eyes 
To  Uiy  fair  temple  in  the  ikies.] 


283  PS  A  L  M      CXXXIX. 

3  I'll  fmg  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord, 
I'll  fing  the  wonders  of  thy  word  ! 
Not  all  the  works  and  names  below 
So  much  thy  power  and  glory  (how. 

4  To  God  I  cry'd  when  troubles  rofe, 
He  heard  me,  and  fubdu'd  my  foes : 
He  did  my  fifing  fears  controul, 

And  ftrength  diifus'd  through  all  my  foul. 

5  The  God  of  Heaven  maintains  his  Hate, 
Frowns  on  the  proud  &  fcorns  the  great ; 
But  from  his  throne  defcends  to  blefs 
The  humble  fouls  that  trufts  his  grace. 

6  Amidit  a  thoufand  fnares  I  Hand 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand. 
Thy  words  my  fainting  foul  revive 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

7  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins. 
To  fave  from  forrows  or  from  fins  ; 
The  work  that  wifdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forfakes. 

PSALM  139.     Firfl  Part,  Lohg  Mctr 

The  All  Seeing  GOD. 

i  T  OR.D,  thou  haft  fearch'd  &  feen  me  thrc 
I  j  Thine  eye  commands  with  piercin 
My  rifing  and  my  reiting  hours,  [vie 

My  heart  and  fleih  with  all  their  powers. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  diitiai'tly  known  : 
He  knows  the  \v0rd5  I  mc?.n  to  fpeak, 
Ere  from  my  opening  1  peak, 

hy  circling  pow'r  I  flan 
On  evei 


PSALM      CXXXIX.         23- 

Awake,  alleep,  at  home,  abroad 
t  I  am-  mrrounded  ftill  with  God, 
r-   Amazing  knowledge,  vail  and  great ; 

What  large  extent  !  what  lofty  height ! 

My  foul  with  ail  the  powers  I  boaft, 

Is  in  the  boundlefs  profpeft  loft. 

Oh  may  thefe  thoughts  po/Tefs  my  breair, 
Where  e'er  I  rove,  where  e'er  I  reft* 
Nor  let  my  weaker  paffions  dare 
Confent  to  fin.  for  God  is  there. 

Pause     I. 

\  Could  I  fo  falfe,  fo  faithlefs  prove, 
To  quit  thy  fervice  and  thy  love, 
Where  Lord,couid  1  thy  prefence  fhun, 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run  ? 

If  up  to  heav'n  I  take  my  flight, 

'Tis  there  thoudwell'it.  enthron'd  in  light; 

Or  dive  to  hell,  there  vengeance  reigns. 

And  fatan  groans  beneath  thy  chains. 

If  mounted  on  a  morning  ray, 

I  fly  beyond  the  weilern  lea  : 

Thy  fwifter  hand  would  hril  arrive, 

And  there  arreit  thy  fugitive, 

Or  mould  I 'try  tofhun  thy  fioht 

Beneath  the  fpreading  ve-rl  ofrap-ht, 

One  glance  of  thine,  one  pieic.r.p- 

Would  kindle  darknefs  into  day. 

o  Oh  may  theie  thoughts  poiTefs  my  bre 
Where  e'er  I  rove,  where  e'er  I  ref:  ; 
Nor  let  my  weaker  paffions  dare 
Confent  to  fcn,  for  God  is  the  re. 


25o  PSALM      CXXXIX. 

Pause     II. 

1 1  The  veil  of  night  is  no  dlfguife, 

No  icreen  from  tiiy  ali-iearching  eyes  ; 
Thy  hand  can  feize  thy  foes  as  i'oon 
Thro'  midnight  fhades  as  biazing  noon. 

12  Midnight  and  noon  in  this  agree, 
Great  God  they're  both  ?iike  to  thee  ; 
Not  death  can  hide  what  God  will  fpy, 
And  hell  lies  naked  to  his  eye. 

1 3  Ob  may  tb^Je  thoughts  pojfcfs  my  breafi 
17..  b'rf'jtr  i  rove  ~jj..er2  er  I  reft  j 

let  my  weaker pajjiom  d:irz 
Cghj£':.i  to  fin,  for  Go:i  is  tl 

PSALM  139.     Second  Part,  LongMetrq 

2  'be  wonderful  Formation   cf  Man. 

1  '"TT^W  A6  from  ihy  hand,  my  God,  I  came 

X      A  work  qffuch  a  curious  frame  ; 
In  me  thy  fearful  wonders  Siine 
And  each  proclaim  thy  fkiii  divine. 

2  Thine  eyes  could  all  my  limbs  furvey, 
Which  yet  in  d  iion  lay  : 
Thou. taw 'il  jjhe  daily  ^c':/:h  they  tc 
Form'd  by  the  moan  of  thy  book. 

3  By  thee  my  growing  pan-;  were  nam'd 

Is  frzm'd 
The  breathings  Langs,   the  beating  heart 

Was  copy  u 

4  At  lad  to  {hew  my 
God  ftaibpNi  my  fiame, 
And  in  Ibme  unkn  .  nt  join'd 
The  finifh'd  mert 

5  There  the  y. 
And  all  the  m 


M      CXXXIX.         ?9i 

Great  God,  our  infant  nature  pays 
Immortal  tribute  to  thy  praife. 

Pause. 

6  Lord,  fince  in  my  advancing  age 
I've  aded  on  life's  buiy  fege', 

Thy -thoughts  of  love  to  me  iunnount 
The  power  of  nambers  to  recount. 

7  I  could  iurvey  the  ocean  o'er, 

And  count,  each  farid  that  makes  the  {hore3 
Before  my  fwifteit  thoughts  could  i"ra»e 

Tne  numerous  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

3  Thefe  on  my  heart  are  [till  ini$*re#j 
With  thefe  I  give  ray  eyes  to  reit ; 
And  at  my  waking  hoar  I  hnd 
God  and  his  love  poiieis  my  mind, 

PSALM  139.  Third  Part.  Long  C 

Sincerity  prcfsd:d,   and  grace  tried  ,    cr,    'i  k 
Heart  Searching  GQB. 

iv. 

I  mourn  to  near  their  lips  profane      | 
Take  thy  tremendous  name  in  vain. 

z  Does  not  ir.'r  foul  detefc  and  hate 
The  fohs  6i  malice  and  decei.  f 
Thtoie  that  ojfcpoie  thyiaws  and  tjieej 

I  count  far  eaeinie;  to  me. 

3  Lord,  iearaa  my  foal,  try  every 


Do  I  indulge  ibme  unknown  hi 


1    ~7\  /fY  God,  what  inwa; 
j     When  impioas   mi 


292         PSALM     CXXXIX. 

Oh  turn  my  feet  whene'er  I  (tray, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  perfedt  way. 

PSALM  139.  ift  Part.  Common  Metre. 
God  is  every  where  f 

1  TN  all  my  vail  concerns  with  thee, 
JL  In  vain  my  foul  would  try, 

To  mun  thy  prefence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thy  all-furrounding  fight  furvey3 

My  rihng  and  my  reit, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  lecrets  of  my  bieafi. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord 

Before  they're  form'd  within  ; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
Fie  knows  the  izr.iQ  1  mean. 

4  Oh  wond'rous  knowledge,  deep  and  high  I 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Widiin  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Enclos'd  on  every  fide. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  fur  round  me  ftill. 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  foul  from  every  ill, 
Secur'd  by  fovereign  love. 

Pause. 

6  Lord,  where  (hail  guilty  fouls  retire 

Forgotten  and  unknown  ? 
In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire, 
In  heaven  thy  glorious  throne. 

7  Should  I  fupprefs  my  vital  breath 

To  'fcape  the  wrath  divine, 

Thy  voice  would  break  the  bar.  c 

Acd»make  the  grave  refijgn. 


PSALM        CXXXIX.     293 

8  If  wing'd  with  beams  of  morning  light 

I  fry  beyond  the  weft. 
Thy  hand,  which  rnuft  fupport  my  flight. 
Would  foon  betray  my  reil, 

9  If  o'er  my  fins  I  think  to  draw 

The  curtains  of  the  night, 
The  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law 
Would  turn  the  (hades  to  tight. 

10  Thre  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight-hour 

Are  both  alike  to  thee  • 
Q.h  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  power 
From  which  I  cannot  flee. 

PSALM  139.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre 

TJje  <wifdom  of  GOD  mi  the  Formation  of 

"HEN  I  with  pleafmg  wonder  itandj, 


'W! 


And  all  my  frame  iurv^yj 
I^ord,  'tis  thy  work.     I  own  thy  hand 
That  buih  my  humble  clay. 

2  Thy  hand  my  heart  and  reigns  pofieil 
Where  unborn  nature  grew  ; 
Thy  wifdom  all  my  features  trac'd, 
And  all  my  members  drew. 

3  Thiiie  eye  with  nicefc  care  furvey'd 
The  growth  of  every  part  : 
sTiil  the  whole  fcheme  thy  thoughts  hid 
Wascopy'd  by  thy  art. 

4  Heaven,  earth  and  fea,  and  fire,  and  wi'itd 

Shew  me  thy  wcnd'rous  fkiii  : 
Bat  I  review  myielf  and  find 
Diviner  wonders  ftiil. 

5  Thy  awful  glories  round  me  mine. 

My  item  proclaims  thy  praife  -3 


294-  PSAL  M     CX& 

Lord,  to  thy  works  of  nature  join 
Thy  ;aiiaC'es  of  grace. 

PSALM   139.     Third  Part..  Com.  IV&t. 

ihe  tnzrcies  of  God  innumerable. 

An  Evening  Pialm. 
1    T     Q?J3  when  I  count  thy  mercies -o'er, 
I   4    i'/iey  ftrike  rne  with  ir.rpriie  ;  r 
bjtat  a  .at  fp read  tn:  lucre, 

To  e.|uai  numbers  rile. 

2"  My  fiefh  vvith  fear  and  wonder  Hands, 
roducl  of  t&y  :kiil, 
.A  .  -  igs  from  thy  hands 

jhts  or  love  reveal. 
1  1  my  heart  by  night  i  kept, 
ki  id,  now  dear  to  me  ! 
i   the  iiour  that  ends  my  fieep 
ay  thoughts  with  thee. 

ALM   140.     Common  Metre. 

-.  '  FECT  us,  Lord,  from  fatal  harm  ; 
[  cur  riiing  wees  ; 
We"  truifc  alone  thy  powerful  arm, 
To  icatter  all-  cur  foes. 

ngue  is  like  a  poifon'd  cart, 
ts  are  full  of  guii&s, 
;  1  carnage  fweii  their  heart, 
They  wear  a  peaceful  fmile. 

j  O  '..  tee,  thy  guardian  care, 

•  .        it  invade, 
deeper  (hare, 

1  1  '  --L 


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File  caufe  of  j  11  face  plead, 

arch  exalted  high, 
the  glorioos  head, 

Yer.    2,  3,  4,  5.  L.  M. 

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^  niag  ar  Evening  Pfalnu 
r    7\  /TY  God,   accispt  my  early  vows-, 
iVl  Like  morning  bce^e  in  thine  hou% 
And  let  my  nightly  vvormip  rife 
Sweet  as  the  ev'nitig  iacrilke. 

2  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  gaard  them.  Lord, 
"  From  every  raili  and  heedlefs  wore,  ; 

Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  path  where  finners  iead. 

3  Oh  may  the  righteous,  when  I  itray, 
Smite  and  reg>roye  my  wandering'  wav  ! 
Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment  died, 
Shall  never  bruiie,  but  chearmy  h 

4  When  I  beheld  them  prefs'd  with  grief, 
I'll  cry  to  heav'n  for  their  re  . 

And,  by  my  warm"  petitions,  prove 
Hbvv  much  i  prize  tueir  faitnfd  love. 

PSALM  1 42.     Common  Metre. 

God  is  ike.   hope  of  the  beiplefs.    • 
1    ^"f~^0  God  I  v:aic  ray  farrows  Known, 
j[      From  Qec  siief ;' 

:   :  .-  ■ .  .  :  ..    i   : 
I  ooar'd  ou;  ail  m*  srief. 


sns  knows, 
Beholds  th  Lake. 


z96  P  S  A  L  M       CXLIII. 

3  On  every  fide  I  call  mine  eye, 

And  found  a  ; ::  gone, 

While  friends  and  Arrangers  pafs'd  me  by 
!\eglected  or  unknown 

4  Then  did  I  raife  a  louder  cry, 

d  call'd  thy  mercy  near, 
"  Thou  art  my  portion  when  I  die, 
<e  Be  thou  my  refuge  here." 

5  Lcrd,  I  am  brought  exceeding  low, 

Now  let  thine  ear  attend, 
And  make  my  foes  who  vex  me,  knavr 
I've  an  almighty  friend. 

o  From  my  fad  prifon  fet  me  free, 
Then  ihall  I  praiie  thy  name. 
And  holy  men  ihall  join  with  me, 
Thy  kindnefs  to  proclaim. 

PSALM  143.    Long  Metre. 

Complaint  of  heavy  AjfiiSionsin  Mind  and  Body. 

X   Ji  /TY  righteous  judge,  my  gracious  God, 
JVJL  He^r  whenl  spread  my  hands  abroad, 
And  cry  for  iuccour  from  thy  throne — 
Oh  !  irake  thy  truth  and  mercy  known. 

z  Lc  nt  not  againft  «ie  pats ; 

Belio.d  ihy  fervant  pleads  thy  grace — 
Shoq  call  us  to  thy  bar, 

1  main  alive  is  guikitis  there; 

3  L   .  in  pity,  Lord,  and  fee 
'  1  he  mi  1  that  burthen  1 

M-.'  vc. 

4  I  a — 
My  heart  . 


PSALM        CXLIII.        297 
My  thoughts  in  mufmg  filence  trace 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  Thence  I  derive  a  glimpfe  of  hope, 
To  bear  my  finking  fpirics  up  ; 

I  ilretch  my  hands  to  God  again, 
And  thiril  like  parched  lands  for  rain. 

6  For  thee  I  thirftj  I  pray,  I  mourn  ; 
When  will  thy  fmiiing  face  return  ? 
Shall  all  my  joys  on  earth  remove, 
And  God  forever  hide  his  love  ? 

7  My  God,  thy  long  delay  to  fave, 
Will  link  thy  prisoner  to  the  grave  ; 

My  heart  grows  faint,  and  dim  mine  eye  ; 
Make  hafte  to  help  before  I  die. 

S  The  night  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
Diftreffing  pains,  difcreffing  fears, 
Oh  might  1  hear  thy  morning  voice, 
Kow  would  my  weary'd  powers  rejoice  1 

9  In  thee  I  trufi,  to  thee  I  figh, 
And  lift  my  weary  foul  on  high  ; 
For  thee  fit  waiting  all  the  day 
And  wear  the  tireibme  hours  away. 

10  Break  off  my  fitters,  Lord,  and  mow, 
The  path  in  which  my  feet  mould  go ; 
If  fnares  and  foes  befet  the  ro:,:', 

I  flee  to  hide  me  near  my  God. 

11  Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  will, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  heavenly  hill : 
Let  the  good  Spirii  cf  thy  love 
Conduit  me  to  thy  courts  above. 

1 2  Then  mall  my  ibul  no  more  comphin^ 
The  temoer  then  mail  rage  in  vain  j 

R  z 


20  3  ?  3  A  L  M        CXLIV. 

And  £ofh,  that  was  my  foe  before, 
Shall  never  vex  my  ipirit  more. 

PSALM  144.  Firft  Part.  C.  M.  Ver.  1,  2. 

wee  and  ViBory  in  the  Jpiriiual  Warfare* 

1  TTORever  bleiTed  be  the  Lord, 
JL  My  Saviour  and  my  fhield  ; 
He  (ends  his  Spirit  with  his  word, 

To  arm  me  for  the  field. 

2  W.hen  nn  and  hell  their  force  unite, 

lie  makes  my  foal  his  care, 
Inftrci&s  m!  in  the  heavenly  fight, 
And  guards  me  thro*  the  war. 

3  A  friend  and  helper  fo  divine 

My  fainting  hope  {hall  raife  ; 
He  makes  the  glorious  vict  ry  mine, 
And  his  (hall  be  the  praife. 

PoALM  144.  2d  Part.  CM.  Ver.  3,4,5,6. 

Grace  above  Riches  ;  or.    The  Happy  Natie  n 
ORD,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man, 


iv  v  Born  of  the  earth  at  nrft  ? 
His  Hfe  a  iliadow,  light  and  vain, 
.  hailing  to  iliQ  duft. 

b  it  is  feeble  dying  man, 
Or  all  his  fmful  r  i 
TKat  God  mould  ir.a '.-::-  it  his  concern   . 

To  vint  him  with  grace  ? 
That  God  who  darts  his  lightning* 
makes  the  world  above. 
terrors  wait  his  awful  fi 
;  wOJld'rous  :.  ! 


PSALM      CXLV."  299 

PSALM  144.  3a  Part.  Ver.  12-15-  L.M. 
Grace  above  riches,   or  the  Happy  Nationf 

1  IfTAPPY  the  city;  where  their  ions  \ 
XjL  Like  pillars  round  a  palace  let, 
And  daughters  bright  as  ppiifh'd  fiones- 
Give  ftrength  and  beauty  to  the  ilate. 

2  Happy  the  land  in  culture  drefs'd, 
Whole  docks  and  corn,  have  large  increaie; 
Wnere  men  fecqrely  work  or  rell, ' 

Nor  ions  of  piunaer  break  their  peace^ 

3  Happy  the  nation  thus  endow'd, 
But  more  diviftfely  blert.  are  thole 
On  whom  thQ  ail-idhicient  God 
Himieif  with,  all  his  grace  bellows. 

PSALM    145.     Long  Metre, 

The  greatnefs  of  GOD. 

i   T|  /¥Y  God,  my  King,  thy  various  p 

-IVJL  Shall  till  the  remnant  of  my  day:  - 

Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue 

Till  death  ana  glory  raiie  thefong. 

w 

2  The  wings  of  every  hour  ihall  bc\r 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear  ; 
And  every  letting  ftm  mail  fee 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee, 

3  Thy  truth  and  juitice  I'll  proclaim  • 
Tiiy  bounty  hows  an  endlefs  ftream  j 
Tiiy  mercy  fwift,   thine  anger  ilow  ; 
Bui  dreaufui  to  the  ilubhorn  foe. 

4  Thy  works  with  Sovereign  glory  fM~?, 
And  fpeak  thy  Ivlajelcy  divine  ; 

;  every  raairii  with  joy  proclaim 
1  ou*:dand  Koiipur  of  thy  name, 


3oo  PSALM      CXLV. 

5  Lee  diftaat  times  and  nations  raife 
The  long  fucceJion  of  thy  praife  : 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  long 
The  joy  and  triumph  of  their  tongue, 

6  But  who  can  fpeak  thy  wondrous  deeds ; 
Thy  greatnefs  all  our  thoughts  exceeds  ; 
Vaji  and  unfearchable  thy  ways 

Vail  and  immortal  be  thy  praife. 

PSALM  145.  1—7,  11— 13,  FirflPart. 

The    greatnefs    of    GOD. 

i   T    ONG  as  1  live  I'll  blefs  thy  name, 
JL*  My  King,  my  God  of  love  ; 
My  work  and  joy  mail  be  the  fame, 
In  the  bright  world  above. 

2  Great  13  the  Lord,  his  power  unknown, 

And  let  his  praiie  be  great ; 
I'll  ling  the  honours  of  thy  throne, 
Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 

3  Thy  gr.ce  (hall  dwell  upon  my  tongue, 

Ana  white  my  lips  rejoice, 
The  men.  that  hear  my  facred  fong 
Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 

4  Fathers  to  fons  mail  teach  thy  name, 

And  children  learn  thy  ways  ; 

Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 

And  nations  iound  thy  praife. 

5  Thy  glorious  deeds  of  antient  date 

Snail  through  the  wor.fd  be  known  ; 
Thine  arm  of  power,  thy  heavenly  fcate 
With  pu  he  lplendor  mo  >n. 

£  The  worid  is  manag'tl  by  thy  hands, 
Thy  faints  are  rul'd  by  love  j 


PSALM        CXLV.  301 

And  thine  eternal  kingdom  {lands, 
Tho'  rocks  and  hilis  remove. 
PSALM   145.     Second  Part.  Ver.  7.  &*. 
The  Goodwfs  of  GOD, 

1  Q  WEET  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace, 
O  My  God,  my  heavenly  king  j 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteoulnefs 

In  founds  of  glory  fmg. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  hat  ne'er  confines 

His  goodnefs  to  the  ikies ; 
Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  ihines, 
And  every  want  fupplies. 

3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 

On  thee  for  daily  food, 
Thy  liberal  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 

4  How  kind  are  thy  companions,  .L.ord  ! 

How  (low  thine  anger  moves  ! 
But  loon  he  fends  his  pard'ning  word 
To  cheer  the  fouis  he  loves. 

5  Creatures  with  all  their  endlefs  race 

Thy  power  and  praiie  proclaim  ; 
But  flints  that  taile  thy  richer  grace 
Delight  to  blefs  thy  name. 

PSALM   145.   14,17,  &c.  Third  Part, 

cy  to  dgffererS)  o:  GL-Z/  bearing  /  . 

I    T     £T  every  tongue  thy  goodnefs  i 
JL^  Thou  fovereign  Lord  of  all  ; 
T.hy,  ftrengthVing  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raife  the.  poor  that  fall. 

.2  When  for  row  bows  the  ipirit  down, 
Or  virtue  lies  duueit 


302  P  S  A  L  U     CXLVI. 

Beneath  fome  proud  oppreflbr^  frown, 
Thou  given:  the  mourners  reft 

3  The  Lord  fupports  our  finking  days, 

And  guides  our  giddy  youth  : 
Holy  and  jufl  are  ail  his  ways, 
And  ali  his  works  are  truth. 

4  He  knows  the  pain  his  fervants  feel, 

He  hears  fits  children  cry. 
And  their  heir  wilhes  to  fulfil    • 
His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

5  His  mercy  never  mail  remove 

From  men  of  hearts  fmcere  ; 
He  hives  the  fouls  whofe  humble  love' 
is  join'd  with  holy  fear; 

6  [His  ftu&born  foes  liis  fword  fhall  flay, 

And  pierce  their  hearts  with  pain  ; 
But  none  that  ferve  the  Lord  fliali  lay, 
"  They  fcaght  his  aid  in  vain."] 

7  [My  lips  inaii  dwell  upon  his  praife. 

An  i  fpread  his  fame  abroad  ; 
Let  ail  the  ions  of  Adam  raife 
The  honours  of  their  God. 

PSALM    146.     Long  Metre. 

fraifi   to   GOD  fir  bis    Goodnefi  cud   Truth. 

1    TJR  AI3E  ye  the  Lord,  my  heart  fhali  join 
j[      fri  work  fo  pleafant  fo  diviD 

mine  ubude, 
And  \.  hen  my  foul  afcends  to  G.>d. 

?.  Prai=e  ili3.ll  employ  m  powers, 

res  ; 
My  days  ne'er  be  pad, 


I 

PSAL  M     CXLVI.         3°3 
I  Why  mould  I  make  a  man  my  trull  ? 
Princes  muft  die  and  turn  to  duft  ;  , 

Their  breath  depans,  their  pomp  and  pow  r 
4  And  thoughts  aii  vanifh  in  an  hour. 
Happy  the  many  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  Ifrae&s  God  :  he  made  the  iky,     : 
And  earth  and  Teas,  with  all  their  •  train, 
And  none  mall  hnd  his  promne  vain. 
His  truth  forever  ftands  fecure  : 
He  faves  th'cppreil,  he  feeds  the  poor; 
He  fends  thekb'ring  confcierice  peace. 
And  grants  the  prisoner  fweet  reicaic, 
The  Lord  to  fight  reftores  the  blind  : 
The  Lord  fupports  the  linking  mind  s 
He  help:  the\lranger  in  diitreis, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs. 
7  Bat  loves  the  faints,  he  knows  them  well  .; 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  heii  :  , 
Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns  ; 
Praife  him  in  everlafting  ftrains. 

PSALM   146.     As  the  113th  Pfalm. 
Praifc  to  GGDjcr  Ins  Gmdnefs  and  TrntM, 
.    t'H  rmitfe  mv  M?ker  with  my  bream  ; 
X  And"  when  my  voice  is  ic:    J  ~-  -■'  *p 
*Praife  fhali  employ  my  nf  '■"■--'"s  • 

Mv  days  of  Draiie  ihall  ne'er  be  pa&. 
While  life  and  thought  ana  being  Ian,    ■ 
Or  immortality  endures. 
h'v  mould  I  make  a  man  my  trail  ? 
.".ces  mull  die  and  turn  to  uuit  ; 
Vain  is  the  help  cf  iiein  and  blood  ; 
:ir  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  oo^v  -r 
;   thought"  all  vanim  in  an  hour, 

4?  their  promife  good. 


30-f        PSALM         CXLVI. 

3  Happy  the  man,  whofe  hopes  reiy 
On  IfraeFs  God — he  made  the  fay, 

And  earth  and  leas,  with  all  their  trai 
His  truth  forever  Hands  iecure  : 
He  iaves  th:oppreft,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  mall  find  his  promife  vain. 

4  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  : 
The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  mine* 

He  fends  the  Jab'ring  confeience  peace, 
He  helps  the  irranger  in  diftrefs, 
The  widow  and  die  fatherlefs, 

And  grants  the  prisoner  fweetreleafe. 

5  He  loves  his  faints,  he  knows  them  v. 
Bat  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell  ; 

God,  (DZion,  ever  reigns: 
Let  every  tongue,  let  every  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  enguge  ; 
Ijraiie  him  in  evenafting  ftrrin^. 

6  I'll  p.raifehim  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
Anu  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 

Pr'aile  (hall  employ  my  nobler  powers: 
My  day.-;  afp^Uieihall  ne'er  be  part, 
Vv  hiie  lite  and  thought  and  being  laft, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

P  S  A  L  M     146.    Firft  Part. 

t  Di-ome  Nature,   Prpyjdmce  and  Grace. 
1   Tj&Ai'S£  ye  the  Lord  ;  'tis  good  to  raife 
JT    Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praife  : 
His  nature  and  his  workj  invite 
To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

z  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerufaiem, 

gathers  nations  to  his  name  : 
His  mercy  melts  the  i'fcubborn  foul, 
And  nukes  the  broken  fsiri: .whol;. 


PSALM      CXLVII.  305 

He  form'd  the  ftars,  thofe  heavenly  flames, 
He  Counts  their  numbers,  caiis  their  names, 
His  fov'reign  wifdom  knows  no  bound, 
A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd. 

Great  is  the  Lord,  and  great  his  might ; 
And  all  his  glories  infinite  : 
He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  juir,, 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  dull. 

Pause. 

5  Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high, 
Who  fpreads  his  clouds  around  the  Iky  ; 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
Nor  lets  the  drops  defcend  in  vain. 

6  He  makes  the  grafs  the  hills  adorn, 

And  clothes  the  fmiiing  fields  with  corn  ; 
The  beaits  with  food  his  hands  fu-pply, 
And  feeds  the  ravens  when  they  cry. 

'7  What  is  the  creature's  fk.il!  or  force  ? 

The  vig'rous  man,  the  warlike  hcrie, 
'  The  iprigntly  wit,  the  aclivte  limb 
All  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 

8  But  faints  are  lovely  in  his  fight  : 
He  views  his  children  with  delight : 
Re  iees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear. 
And  finds  and  loves  his  image  there. 

P  S  A  L  M    147.   Second  Part. 

Summer  and  Winter. 

1  T    ET  Zion  praife  the  mighty  God, 
JL_^  And  make  his  honours  known  abroad ; 
For  '-- ioy,  cur  longs  to  raiic, 
And  .  \:::.  of  praiie. 

2  Oar  cfiikirsn  live  fejciire  and  bleft  j 
Our  ihores  have  peace,  our  cities  reft. 


3o6  P  S  A  L  M      CXLVII. 

He  feeds  our  Tons  with  fined  wheat, 
And  adds  his  bfefling  to  their  meat, 

3  Th 3  changing  feafons  he  ordains, 
The  early  and  the  latter  rains  : 

His  flakes  of  fnow  like  wool  he  fends, 
And  thus  the  fpringing  corn  defends. 

4  With  hoary  FrdJ[  he#ftre>ys  the  ground: 
His  nail  detcenas  with  dreadful  found; 
His  icy  bands  the  rivers  hold, 

And  terror  arms  his  wintry  cold. 

5  He  bids  the  warmer  breezes  blow  : 
The  ice  diiiolves,  the  waters  Sow; 
But  he  hath  nobler  works  and  ways', 
To  call  his  people  to  his  praife. 

6  Thro'  ail  our  realm  his  laws  are  fhewn  ; 
Hi:,  gofpcl  thro'  the  nation  known  ; 
He  hath  not  thus  reveal'dhis  word 
To  every  land  :  praife  ye  theLord, 

PSALM  147.  7—9,  13—18.  Com.  Met. 

The  Sea/as  of  the  Year. 

\\\  TTTHfongs  ana  honours  founding  loud 
•     V V    Addrefs  the  Lord  on  high  ; 
Over  the  heavens  he  fp reads  his  cloud, 
And  waters  veil  the  fey. 

2  He  fends  his  (hw'rs  of  b'eifings  down 

To  cheer  the  plains  be: 
He  makes  the  grafs  the  mountains  crown, 
And  corn  in  rallies  grow. 

3  He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat, 

He  hears  the  raver:  ccy  ; 

1  wlin  tades  his  hne2  wheat 
Should  rail";  his  h 


F  S  A  L  M     CXLVIII,         307 
lis  fteady  counfeis  change  the  face 
1  Of  the  declining  year  ;• 
le  bids  the  fan  cut  fnort  his  race 
And  wintry  days  appear. 

lis  hoary  froil,  his  fleecy  mow. 

Befcend  and  clothe  the  ground  ; 
The  liquid  flreams  forbear  to  flow, 

In  icy  fetters  bound. 
When  from  his  dreadful  fiores onhlgh 

He  pcurs  the  founding  hail, 
The  wretch  that  dares  his  God  defy 

Shall  ima  Kis  courage  fail. 
He  fends  his  word  and  melts  the  fnowy. 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
Ke  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  How, 

And  bids  the  ipring  murn, 

The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 

Obey  his  mighty  word  : 
With  fongs  and  honors  founding  loud, 

Fraife  ye  the  fov'reign  Lord. 

PSALM    148.    Proper  Metre, 

P  rail's  to  GOD  from  all  Creatures. 

*\7E  tribes  of  Adam  join 

V     With  heaven,  and  earth,  and  feas, 
And  ofFer  notes  divine - 
Toycur  Creator's  pi-aife,. 
;  :ly  thtcmg 

Of  angels  bright 

In  wori-is  of  light 

Begin  the  fo-ng. 
Thouiunwuh  dealing  rays. 
And  m:en  that  ru.es  the  night, 


3o8  PSALM     CXLV1II. 

Shine  to  your  maker's  praife, 
With  ftars  of  twinkling  light. 

Ills  power  declare 

Yt  Hoods  on  high, 

And  clouds  that  fly 

In  empty  air, 

3  The  Shining  worlds  above 
In  glorious  order  ftand, 
Or  in  ftvif:  courfes  move, 
By  his  iupreme  command. 

He  fpake  the  word, 
And  all  their  frame 
From  nothing  came 
To  praife  the  Lord. 

4  He  mov'd  their  mighty  wheels 
In  unknown  ages  pait, 

And  each  his  word  fulfils, 
While  time  and  nature  lafls. 

In  different  ways 

His  works  proclaim 

His  wond'rous  name 

And  fpeak  his  praife. 

PAUSE 

5  Let  all  the  earth-born  race, 
And  monfters  of  the  deep, 
The  hfn  that  cleave  the  leas. 
Or  in  their  boforn  fleep. 

From  fca  and  more 
Their  tribute  pay, 
And  itili  difplay 
Their  maker's  power. 

6  Ye  vapours,  hail,  and  fnow, 
Praife  ye  th' Almighty  Lord, 
And  ilormy  winds  that  i 

To  execute  bu  word. 


PSALM      CXLVIII.  3°9 

When  lightnings  mine, 
Or  thundeis  roar, 
Lee  ear  ill  adore 
His  hand  divine. 
Ye  mountains  near  the  ikies, 
With  lofty  cedars  there, 
And  trees  of  humbler  lize 
That  fruit  in  plenty  bear ; 

Beafts  wild  and  tame, 

Birds,  flies  and  worms, _ 

In  various  forms 

Exalt  his  name. 
Ye  kings  and  judges,  fear 
The  Lord  the  Ibv' reign  king 
And  while  you  rule  us  here, 
His  heavenly  honours  hng. 

Nor  let  the  dream 

Of  power  and  ftate 

Matte  you  forget 
*     His  power  fupreme. 
Virgins  and  youths  engage 
To  found  his  praiie  divine, 
While  infancy  and  age 
Their  feeble  voices  join  : 

Wide  as  he  reigns 

Misname  be  lung 

By  every  tongue 

In  endiei:  ftraiay. 
i  Let  ail  the  nations  fear 
The  God  i\&*i  rules  above  : 
He  bring:  his  people  near, 
And  makes  them  tafle  his  lop, 
.■.a  earth  and  iky 


3 ID         V  S  A  L  iVl      UXLVtll. 

His  faints  fhai!  raife 
His  honours  high. 

PSALM   148.    Paraphrafed  in  Long 
Univerfal  Praife  to  God, 

1  T    CUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 
JLy  From  diftant  worlds  where  creatm 

'     Let  heaven  begin  the  folemn  word,  [dwe 
And  found  it  dreadful  down  to  heir. 

Note,  This  P faint  may  be  fung  to  the  Tune 
the   old  1  i  zth  or   izjtb  Pfalm,  ifihtjefr 

lines,  he  added  to  every  Stanza,  viz. 

Each. o£  his  works  his  name  difplays, 
But  the;y  can  ne'er  complete  the  praife. 

Otfrerjvi/e  it  piujl  be  fang  to  the  ufual  Tunes 

the  Long  Metre. 

2  The  Lord,  how  abfolute  he  reigns, 
Let  every  angei  bend  the  knee  ; 
Sim*  or"  his  love  in  heavenly  {trains, 
And  fpeak  how  fierce  his  terrors  be. 

3  High  on  a  throne  his  glories  dwell, 
An  awful  throne  of  mining  blifs  : 
Fly  thro'  the  world,  O  fun  and  tell, 
How  dark  thy  beams  compared  to  his. 

ake  ye  ternpeib  and  his  fame. 
In  iounds  of  dreadful  praife  declare  ; 
Let  the  fweet  whifper  of  his  name 
Fill  every  gentler  breeze  of  air. 

5  Let  clouds,  and  winds,  and  waves  agree 
To  join  their  praife  with  blazing  fire  ; 
Let  the  firm  earth  and  rolling  lea 
In  thh  eternal  fong  coiv 


F  S  A  L  M      CXLVIII.         311 

6  Ye  flowery  plains  proclaim  his  fkili ; 
Ye  vallies  link  before  his  eye  ; 

j  -And  let  his  praiie  from  every  hill 
Rife  tuneful  to  the  neighb' ring  iky. 

7  Ye  rluboorn  oaks,  and  {lately  pines, 
I  Bend  your  high  branches  ana  adore  : 

Praiie  him,  ye  beads,  in  different  drains  ; 
The  lamb  mull  bleat  the  lion  roar. 

I  Ye  birds,  his  praife  mull  be  your  theme, 
Who  forrn'd  to  long  your  tuneful  voice  ; 
While  the  dumb  hih  that  cut  the  ilrearri 
Injiis  protecting  care  rejoice, 

9  Mortals,  can  you  refrain  your  tongue, 
When  nature  all  around  you  iings  I 
Oh  for  a  fhout  from  old  and  young, 
From  humble  fwains  and  lofty  kings  ! 

10  Wide  as  his  vast  dominion  lies 
Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known  { 
Loud  as  his  thunder  fhout  his  praiie, 
And  found  it  lofty  as  his  throne. 

M  Jehovah!  'tis  a  glorious,  word  i 
Oh  may  it  dwell  on  every  tongue  ! 
But  faints  who  be:c  have  known  the  fcl  1  : 
Are  bound  to  raiie  the  nobleft  long. 

12  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 
Whisk  Gabriel  p-iays  on  every  chore  : 
From  all  below,' and  all  above, 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord. 

PSALM  148.   Short  .Metre. 

Uniperjfal  Praife, 
J    ]  '    ET  every  creature  join 

To  praiie  th5  eternal  Qzi  ; 


la  PSALM     CXLVIIt, 

Ye  heav'nly  holt,  the  fong  begin, 
And  found  his  name  abroad. 

Thou  fan  with  golden  beams, 

And  moon  with  paler  rays, 
Ye  ftarfy  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames, 

Shine  to  your  makers  praife. 

Ke  built  thofe  worlds  above, 

And  iix'd  their  wondrous  frame  : 

By  his  command  they  ftand  and  move, 
And  ever  fpeakhis  name, 

Ye  vapours,  when  ye  rife, 

Or  fall  in  mowers  of  fnow, 
Ye  thunders  murmuring  round  the  ikies. 

His  power  and  glory  mow, 

Wind,  hail,  and  flaming  fire, 

Agree  to  praife  the  Lflrd, 
When  ye  in  dreadful  ltorms  confpire 

To  execute  his  word. 

By  all  his  works  above 

His  honors  be  expreft  ? 
But  faints  that  taite  his  faving  love 

Should  fing  his  praifes  belt. 

Pause    I. 

Let  earth  and  ocean  know 

They  owe  their  Maker  praife  : 

Praife  him,  ye  wat'ry  worlds  below 
And  moniiers  of  the  leas. 

From  mountains  near  the  Iky, 

Let  his  high  praife  refound 
From  hnmblu  ihrubs  and  cedars  high, 

And  vales  and  f.elds  around* 


P  S  A  L  M     CXLVIII.  313 

9  Ye  lions  of  the  wood, 

And  tamer  beafts  that  graze, 
Ye  live  upon  his  daily  food. 
And  he  expects  your  praiie. 

10  Ye  birds  of  lofty  wing, 

On  high  his  praifes  bear  ; 
Or  fit  on  flowery,  boughs  and  fing 

Your  Maker's  glory  there. 

1 1  Ye  reptile  myriads  join, 

T'  exalt  his  glorious  name, 
And  flies  in  beauteous  forms  that  fhine, 
His  wondrous  fkiil  proclaim. 

12  By  all  the  earth-born  race, 

His  honors  be  expreiVd 
But  faints  that  know  his  heavenly  gta 
Should  learn  to  praiie  him  belt, 

P  a   u   s   e     II. 

13  Monarchs  of  wide  command, 

Praife  ye  th'  eternal  King, 
Judges,  adore  that  fov'reign  hand, 
Whence  all  your  honors  fpring. 

1 4  Let  vig'rous  youth  engage 

To  found  his  praifes  high  : 
While  growing  babes  and  withering  age 

Their  feeble  voices  try. 
15.  United  seal  be  lliown 

His  wond'rous  fame  to  raife  ; 

God  is  the  Lord — His  name  aioue 

Deferves  our  endlefs  praiie. 

1 5  Let  nature  join  with  art, 

And  all  pronounce  him  b'e.H:, 
Bui  faints  that  dwell  fo  near  his  !v: 
Should  fmg  his  praifss  btft; 
3 


3  H  P  S  A  L  M      CXLIX. 

PSALM   149.     Common  Metre. 

Praife  God,  all  his  Saints  s  or,  The  Saints  judg- 
ing the  World. 

1  A   LL  ye  that  love  the  Lord  rejoice, 
jLjL  And  let  your  fongs  be  new ; 
Amidft  the  church  witk  chearful  voice 

His  later  wonders  fiiow, 

2  The  Jews  the  people  of  his  grace, 

Shail  their  redeemer  fmg  ; 
And  Gentile  nations  join  the  praife 
\yhile  Zion  owns  her  King. 

3  The  Lord  takes  pleaiiire  in  the  juft, 

Whom  dinners  treat  with  fcorn  : 
The  meek  that  lie  defpis?d  in  dult 
Salvation  lhail  adorn. 

4  Saints  ihould  be  joyful  in  their  king, 

E'en  on  a  dying  bed  : 
And  like  the  louis  in  glory  ftng, 
For  God  mall  rane  the  d§ad. 

5  Then  ftis  high  praife  fhall  fill  their  tongues 

Their  hands  mail  wield  the  fword  : 
And  vengeance  ihaii  attend  their  longs, 
The  vengeance  of  the  Lord. 

6  When  Chriil  his  judgment- feat  afcends, 

And  bids  the  world  ;;;v;ear, 
Thrones  are  prep,  friends, 

Who  humbly  lov'u  him  here. 

7  Then  firall  they  rule  with  iron-red, 

Nations  that  ctar'd  rebel  : 
And  join  the  lent-  :i  God, 

On  tyrant:  dooni'd  to  1 


PSALM      CL.  315 

g  The  royal  Tinners,  bound  in  chains, 
New  triumphs  (hall  afford  ; 
Such  honor  for  the  faints  remains  ; 
Praife  ye  and  love  the  Lord-. 

PSALM   150.    1,2,6. 

A  Bong  cf  Praife. 

1  TK  God's  own  houfe,  pronounce  his  praife' 
X  Nis  grace  he  there  reveals  ; 

To  heav'n  your  joy  and  wonder  raife. 
For  there  his  glory  dwells. 

2  Let  all  your  facred  paffions  move, 

While  you  rehearfe  his  deeds ; 

But  the  great  work  of  faving  love 

Your  higher!  praife  exceeds. 

3  All  that  have  motion,  life  and  breath* 

Proclaim  your  Maker  hleft  ; 
Yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  deaths 
My  foul  mail  praife  him  belt. 


The  Chrijlian  Doxology* 

Long  Metre. 

TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son,     * 
And  God  the  Spirit,  three  in  one 3 
Be  honour,  praife,  and  glory  given 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 

Common  Metre. 

LET  God  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  be  ador'd,  - 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
Or  Saints  to  love  the  Lord. 


3i6  DOXOLOGIES. 

Conn: on    Metre. 
Where  the  Tune  includes  t-zvo  StBtfizas. 

I. 

THE  God  of  mercy  be  adcr'd, 
Who  calls  our  '.Jills  from  death, 
Wiio  Caves  by  ids  red  fining  word, 
And  neWrCreating  breath. 

n. 

To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
ArA  Spirit  all  divi 

i  rhree,  and  ihre?  in  one, 
Let  faints  and  angels  join. 

Short  Metre. 


Y1 


_£    And  faints  that  dwell  below, 

-lie  Father,  praife  the  Son, 
;  Spirit  too. 

As  the  \\#b  Pfalm. 
V  to  the  great  and  fat  red  three, 
The- Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  be, 
•  and  glory  given, 
.  all  the'  worlds  where  God  is  known, 
angels  near  the  throne, 
And  all  the  faints  in  earth  and  heaven. 

As  the  1 4  8//;  I 
•Q  God  the  Father's  throne 

.    • .  .   - 
y  to  God  the  Son. 

oirit  praife  : 
ith  all  oar  powe 
king. 
Thy 
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A  Page. 

ALL  ye  that  love  the  Lord  rejoice  314, 

Almighty  Ruler  of  the  ikies  18 

Awake,  my  foul,  to  found  his  praife  2  26 

t  Along  the  banks  where  Babel's  &c.  286 

Amidit  thy  wrath  remember  love  78 

Among  th'  affembiies  of  the  great  165 

Among  the  princes,  earthly  gods  17.2 

And  will  the  God  of  grace  1 66 

Are  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools  1 13 

Are  finners  now  fo  ienieiefs  grown  27 

A  rife,  my  gracious  God  32 

Awake,  ye  faints,  to  praife  your  King  281 

Aimigjity  God,  appear  and  lave  !  2  $ 

B 

BEHOLD  the  lofty  iky  38: 

•Behold  the- love,  the  geii'rous  love  jx 

Behold  the  morning  ran  5-^ 

Behold  the  fare  foundation  Hone  24.1. 

Behold  thy  waiting  fervant,  Lord  25  % 

Behold  us,  Lord,  and  let  our  cry  I  \  ■■ 

Behold,  O  God,  what  cruel  foes  162. 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne  zqz 

Biefs,  O  my  foul,  the  living  God  203 

Bleil  are  the  fons  of  peace  2;^ 

Blefc  are  the  fouls  that  hear  and  know  177 

Bleit,  are  the  undeiii'd  in  heart  z^s 

Bleil  is  the  man,  forever  bieft  65 

Bleit  is  the  man  whofe  brealt  can  move  3  c 

Bleft  is  the  man  who  fhuns  the  place  3 

I*  the  nation  where  the  Lord  6c 
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A     T  A  E  L  E. 

C  Pag, 

CHILDREN  in  years  and  knowledges :c 
Come  children,  learn  to  tear  the  Lord 

Come  let  our  voices  join  to  raile  194! 

Come  found  Iris  praiie  abroad  194. 

Coniider  all  my  iorrovvs,  L,ord  256 

D 

DAVID  reioic'd  in  God  his  ftrength  44 

Deep  in  our  hearts  let  us  record  148 

E 

LY,  my  God,  without  delay  122 

Exalt  the  Lord  our  God  201 

F 

FAR  as  thy  name  is  known  96 

ter,  I  biets  thy  gentle  hand  260 

Father,  I  fmg  thy  wondrous  grace  140 

Firm  and  unmov'd  are  they  208 

Firm  was  my  health  my  day  was  bright  59 

in  their  hearts  believe  and  fay  20 

For  ever  b'leiTed  be  the  Lord  29S 

F-t-  ever  ihali  my  fong  record  275 

n  age  to  age  exalt  his  name  221 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  Ikies  240 

de.  p  diftrefs  and  troubled  thoughts  274 

round   us  rife  1 19 

G 

anfesto  God,  he  reigns  above  220 

God,  invoke  his  name  216 

Give  tl  283 

Give  dianlca  to  God  the                   i.ord  282 

Give  to  our  God  immortal  pr  285 

•Give  to  the  Lo.-  s                      fame  58 

God  in  his  earthly  temple  lays  275 


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God  is  the  refuge  of  ins  faints  92 

God  my  iupporter  and  my  hope  14$ 

■God  of  eternal  love  230 

God  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth  1  j.5 

feod  of  my  life  look  gently  down  81 

C     i  of  my  mercy  and  my  praife  227 

.:  is  the  Lord,  my  heav'niy  King        121 

Great  God,  attend  while  Zicjp  lings  145 

it  God,  how  oft  did  Ifrael  pi  ore        J  61 

Great  God,  ind  i  ;  •  'v  y  3  urn  >1 z  claim 

Great  Sod  rdered  £ 

Great  God  whole  univerfal  fway 

Great  is  the  Lord.  exaltedKigh 

Great  is  the  Lord,  his  work    of  mi 

Great  is  ihe-  Lord  our  Goz, 

Great  Shepherd  of. thine  Israel 

H 

HAD  not  the  God  of  truth  and  love 

Happy  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord  233 

Happy  the  city  where  their  ions  2  •  g 

Happy  the  man  whole  -curious  feet 

Hear  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  th)  z-zx 

Hear  what  the  I 

Helo,  Lord,  for  men  of  vi 

.He  reigns,  the  Lore,  T;:~  Saviour  rs  ' ;-.. 

at  hath  madie  his  refuse  God 
High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God 
How  bleit.  the  nun  to  whom  his  God 
How  awful  is  d  rod 

How  long  wilt  tnou  conceal  thy  rtce 
How  dha  my  heart  re 
How  fad  their  .he 

How  pica:,  fair 

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Page, 
How  pleas'd  and  bleft  was  I  265. 

How  ihail  the  young  fecure  their  hearts    21.6 

I 

JEKOVAH  reigns ;  he  dwells  in  light  119 

Jffefus  fh  ill  reign  where'er  the  fun  146 

jefus  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throne  229 

juage  me,  O  God,  and  plead  my  caufe  87 

joy  to  the  world;  the  Lord  is  come  200 

juage  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways  55 

judges  who  rule  the  world  by  laws  118 

jua  are  thy  ways  and  true  thy  word  36 

if  God  fjcceed  not,  ail  the  coft  270 

Li  v_»od  to  build  the  houie  deny  271 

J  lift  my  foul  to  God  53 

I'll  bless  the  Lord  from  day  to  day  69 

I'll  praife  my  maker  witn  my  breath  303 

I'il  {peak  the  honors  of  my  King,  90 

I  love  the  Lord,  he  heard  mv  cries  238 

In  ail  my  vait  concerns  witn  tnee  292 

In  anger.  Lord,  rebuke  me  not  13 

In  God's  0  a  n  houie  pronounce  his  praife  3 1 5 

Lih,  God  of  old  was  known 
Jh  aaiie  O  God,  attend  my  call 
ta  t  ue,  great  God,  with  iongs  of  praife 

the  Lord  before  my  face 
Is  tnere  amLddon  in  my  uearc 

the  l^ord  oar  Saviour's  hand 

:ing  patient  for  the  Lord 
1  will  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high 

L 

LJj/F  all  th«  earth  their  voices  raife 
Lee  ail  the  heathen  writers  join 
Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 

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A     TABLE. 

Page. 

Let  every  creature  join  311 

Let  every  tongue  thy goodnefs  fpeak  501 

Let  Gad  arife  in  all  his  might  134. 

Let  Tinners  take  'their  courfe  1  i  5 

LetSion  in  her  king  rejoice  93 

Let  Sion  and  her  fons  rejoice  206 

Let  Sion  praife  the  mighty  God  305 

Let  earth,  with  every  iile  198 

Long  as  I  live  I'll  blefs  thy  name  300 

Lord  thou  hail  fcourg'd  our  guilty  land  120 

Lord,  I  am  thine  :  but  thou  wilt  prove  yk 

Lora,  1  am  vile  conceiv'd  in  fin  103 

Lord,  I  can  fuffer  thy  rebukes  i_<_ 

Lord,  I  eileem  thy  judgments  right  z-3 

Lord,  if  thine  eyes  iurvey  our  faults  183 

Lord,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice  £3  1 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  fhalt  hear  1 1 

Lord,  I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  days  67 

Lord,  I  would  fpreadrny  fore  diilrefs  310 

Lord    of  the  worlds  above  1-3 

Lord,  thou  haft  calPd  thy  grace  to  mind  171 
Lord,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant  cry 
Lord,  thou  hail  fearclvd  and  ieenme  thru- 
Lord,  thou  hail  feen  my  foul  fineere 

Lord,  thcu  wilt  hear  me  when  I  ptay  1 1 
Lord    'tis  a  pieafant  t 
Lord  we  have  heard                          old 
Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece 
Lord,  what  a  thouFiitizi:  wrench  was  I 
JHDrg.,  what  is  ma::,  poor  feeble 

it  was  man  when  made  at  firft  1  j 
Lord,  when  I  count  thy  mercie?  o'er 

:\\  thou  doit  alcend  on  high  1  ,\ 

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•  Lo,  what  a  glorious  Corner-ftonc  za 

Lo,   what  an  entertaining  fight  27 

M 

MAKER  and  fovVeign  Lord 
Mercy  and  judgment  are  my  fong 
Miie  eyes  and  my  dehre 
My  God  accept  my  early  vows' 
My  God,  coniider  my  diflrefs 
M  '  'J  od,  how  many  are  my  fears 
his  God  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings 
M  '  God,  my  everlafttng  hope 
M,-  Gjd,  my  king,  thy  various  praife 
My  God,  permit  my  tongue 
My  God,  the  ileps  of  pious  men 
My  God,  what  inward  grief  1  feel 
My  heart  rej  olces  in  thy  name 
My  never  ceafmg  fongs  mail  mow 
My  refuge  is  the  God  of  love 
My  righteous- Judge,  my  gracious  God 
.  Mv  Saviour  aM  my  King 

Saviour,  my  almighty  friend 
fhepherd  is  the  living  Lord 
My  ihepherd  will  fupply  my  need 
My  foui,  how  lovely  is  the  place 
'■'-:g  to  the  dull 
>ul  repeat  his  praife 

lookj  to  God  alone 

iy  great  Creator  praife 
My  (pint  iinks  within  me  Lord 
My  truil  is  in  my  heaventy  friend 

N 

>:0  fleep  nor  {lumber  to  his  eyes  2jl 

N  ot  to  our  names,  tnou  only  juit  and  true   257  j 


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\Tot  to  ourfelv.es  who  are  but  dull  236 

Mow  be  ray  heart  infpir'd  to  ling  9 1 

Mow  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage  47 

Ltfow  I'm  convinc'd  the  Lord  is  kind  137 

Now  let  our  lip's  with  holy  fear  14$ 

Now  let  our  mournful  longs  record  48 

New  may  the  God  of  power  and  grace  43 

Now  mail  my  iqlemn  vows  be  paid  133 

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O  all  ye  nations  praife  the  Lord  24^ 

O  bleiled  fouls  are  they  62* 

O  biefs  the  Lord  my  ibul  210 

Of  Juftice  and  of  Grace  I  iing  204 

O  for  a  mout  of  iacred  joy  q* 

O  God  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries  114 

O  Goo  of  grace  and  righteouinefs  ir> 

O  God  of  mercy  hear  my  cries  1 1 1 

O  Gcd  to  whom  revenge  belongs  19* 

O  happy  man  whole  ibul  is  hil'd,  Zji 
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The  King  of  Saints,  how  fair  his  race  9 l 

The  Lord  appears  my  helper  now  241 

The  Lord  how  wondrous  are  his  ways      209 

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The  Lord  is  come,  the  heavens  proclaim  199 

The  Lord  my  Ihepherd  is 

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The  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  &c.   190 

The  Lord  the  Judge,  before  Ins  tnrone 

The  Lord  the  Judge  his  churches  warns 

The  Lord  the  fovereign  king 

The  Lord  the  fov' reign  fends  his  fummons 

The  man  is  ever  bleit 

The  praife  of  Sion  waits  for  thee 

The  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrongh 

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This  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's 

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To  God  I  made  my  forrows  known  295 

To  God  the  great  the  ever  bleii  219 

To  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes  262 

To  thee,  O  God  of  truth  and  love  60 

To  thee,  O  Lord,  I  raife  my  cries  57 

To  our  almighty  maker  God  1 99 

To  thee  before  the  dawning  light  246 

To  thee  moil  high,  and  holy  God  •  153 

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Where  mall  the  man  be  found  53 

Where  mail  we  go  to  feek  and  find  275 

While  I  keep  filence  and  conceal  64 

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Who  will  arife  and  plead  my  right  192 

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Why  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boail  76 

Why  doth  the  Lord  ftand  off  fo  far  2 1 

Why  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow  97 

Why  has  my'God  my  foul  forfook  45 

Why  mould  I  vex  my  foul  and  fret  75 

Will  God  forever  cait  us  off  150 
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With  ear neft  longings  of  the  mind  85 

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Adore  and  tremble  for  our  God 
Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 
All  glory  to  thy  wondrous  name 
All  mortal  Vanities  begone 
And  are  v/e  wretches  yet  alive 
And  marl  this  Body  die 
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Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 
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Dear  Lord,  Behold  our  fore  diilrefs 
Deareftof  aii  the  names  above 
Death  cannot  make  our  fouls  afraid 
Death  may  dilfoive  my  body  now 
Death  !  'tis  a  melancholy  day   - 
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Deep  in  the  duft  before  thy  throne 
Defcendfrom  heaven  immortal  dove 
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Glory  to  God  that  walks  the  sky- 
Glory  to  God  the  fathers  name. 
God  is  a  fpirit  juft  and  wife. 
God  of  the  morning,  at  v/hofe  voice 
God  of  the  feas  thy  thund'ring  voice 
God,  the  eternal  awful  name 
God  who  in  various  methods  told 
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Great  God,  how  infinite  art  thou 
Great  God  I  own  thy  fentence  juft. 
Great  God,  thy  glories  shall  employ 
Great  God  to  what  a  glorious  height 
Great  king  of  glorv  and  of  grace 
Great  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great 

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Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign 
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Hark,  the  Redeemer  from  on  high 
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Now  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praife 

Now  have  our  hearts  embrac'd  our  God 

Now  in  the  galleries  of  his  grace 

Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood 

Now  let  a  fpacious  world  arife 

Now  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot    . 

No w  let  t h e  f at h e r  an d  the  ion 

Nov/  let  the  Lord  my  faviour  fmile 

fatan  comes  with  dreadful  roar 
Now  shall  my  inward  joys  arife 
Nov.-  t«  the  Lord  a  noble  fong 
Now  ro  the  Lord  that  makes  us  know 
Now  to  the  power  of  God  fupreme 


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O  if  my  foul  were  form'd  for  woe 
O  happy  foul  that  lhrefs  op  high 
O  the  almighty  Lord 

0  the  delights,  the  hcav'nly  joys 
Of  tea  I  feck  my  Lor  J  by  night 
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SAINTS  at  your  heav'nlv  father's  Word 
Salvation,  O  the  joyful  found, 
See  where  the  great  incarnate  God 
Shall  Atheifts  dare  infult  the  crofs 
Shall  the  vile  race  or  flesh  and  blood 
Shall  we  go  on  to  fin 
Shall  wifdom  cry  aioud 
Shepherds  rejoice  lift  up  your  eyes 
Shine,  mighty  God  on  Zion  shine 
Shout  to  the  Lord  and  let  your  joys 
Sin  has  a  thoufand  treacheroiis  arts 
Sin  like  ?.  venemous  difeafe 
Sing  to  the  Lord  that  built  the  skies 
Sing  to  the  Lord  with  joVful  voice 
Sing  to  the  Lord  ye  heav'n'ly  holts 
Sitting  around  our  father's  board 
So  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  faife 
So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express  a  1  *z 

So  new  born  babes  require  the  br:;.?c  a  i%'& 

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Thee  we  adore,  eternal  name 

The.  glories  of   rny  Maker  God 

The  God  of  Mercy  be  ador'd 

The  King  of  Glory  fends  his  Sen 

The  Lands  that  long  in  darknefs  iay 

The  law  by  Mofes  came 

The  law  commands  and  makes  us  know 

The  Lord  declares  his  will 

The  Lord  defcending  from  above 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns 

The  Lord  on  high  proclaims 

The  majefty  oi :' Solomon 

The  mem'ry  of  our  dying  Lord 

The  mighty  fame  of  glorious  grace 

'The  proraife  of  my  Fathers  love 

The  promife  was  divinely  free 

The  true  Median  now  appears 

The  voice  of  my  beloved  founds 

The  vvond'ring  world  inquires  to  know 

There  is  a  houfe  not  made  with  hands 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 

There's  no  ambition  fweils  my  heart 

There  was  &n  hour  when  Chrft  rejoie'd 

Thefe  glorious  minds  how  bright  they  shine 

This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love 

,  whom  my*  foul  admires  above 
Thus  did  thefonsof  Abraham  pafs 
Thus  far  the  Lord  had  led  me  on 
Thus  faith  the  iiift  the  great  command 
2  has  faith  the  high  and  lofty  one 
Thhi  faith  the  ruler  of  the  skies 
Th-it  faith  the  mercy  of  riie  Lord 
Thus  faith  the  wifdom  of  the  Lord 
favors,  Lord,  huprife  ojur  fouls 
mpty  vapour  'tis 
the  faith  of  joys  to  come 

the  ticafures  of  his  word 
v  the  law  often  commands 
•  I  the  Father,  God  ^he  Son 
To  God  the  only  wife 

God  the  Father's  Throne 


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To  our  eternal  God  c    41 

'Twas  by  an  order  from  the  Lord  b  151 

'Twas  on  that  dark  that  doleful  night  c       1 

'Twas  the  commiuion  of  our  Lord  a    ja 


VAIN  are  the  hopes  the  ions  of  mes             a  94 

Vain  are  the  hopes  that  rebels  place        a  99 

Unshaken  as  the  facred  hill                      a  22 

Up  to  the  helds  where  augels  lie                           b  41 

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Welcome  fwcet  day  of  reft  b 

Well,  the  Redeemer's  gone  b 

What  different  powers  of  grace  and  fin  >■ 

What  equal  honours  shall  we  bring  a    63 

What  happy  men  or  angels  thefe  a 

What  mighty  man  or  mighty  God  a 

Whence  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arife  a 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear  b 

When  in  the  light  of  faith  divine  b 

When  I  furvey  the  v.rond'rous  crofs  c 

When  we  are  raif'd  from  deep  diftrefs  a 

What  shall  the  dving  hcner  do  a 

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When  the  eternal  bows  the  skies  a 

When  the  firft  parents  of  our  race  b 

When  the  great  builder  arch'd  the  skies  b 

Where  are  the  mourners,  faith  the  Lord  b 

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Wko  has  believed  thy  word  a 


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Who  is  this  fair  one  in  diftrefs 
Who  shall  the  Lords  Hied  condemn   . 
Why  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage 
Why  does  your  face,  ye  humble  fouls 
Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends 
Why  is  my  heart  fo  far  from  thee 
Why  should  the  children  of  a  king 
Why  should  this  earth  delight  us  fo 
Why  should  we  ftart  or  fear  to  die 
With  cheerful  voice  I  ling 
With  holy  fear  and  humble  fong 
With  joy  'we  meditate  the  grace 


"^"T"E  angels  round  the  throne  c  36 

Ye  faints  how  lovely  is  the  place  a  38 

:is  of  Adr.m  vain  and  young  a  89 

Ye  thai'  obey  th ''immortal  king  a  34 


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JLjL  ION  rejoice  and  Jiidah  fing  1*  1  n 


HYMNS 

AND 

SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

3     O     O     K  .     I. 

COLLECTED  FROM  THE  HOLY  SCRIPTURES. 


A  new  Song  to  the  Lamb  that  was  jlauii 
Rev.  v.   6,  8— 12, 

1  y>EHOLD  the  glories  of  the  tsafo, 

JO  Amidft  his  Father's  throne  j 

Prepare  new  honors  for  his  name, 

And  Tongs  before  unknown. 

2  Let  elders  worship  at  his  f«s. 

The  church  adore  around, 
Wi'h  vials  of  odours-  !\vtcr, 
And  narps  of  iv,-eecer  found, 

3  Thefe  are  the  prayers  ofihe  faints, 

/!;..:  these  tne  hymns  the?  r*ij€; 


*  HYM  N    II.  Book  I, 

Jcfns  is  kind  to  onr  complaints, 
Kc  loves  to  hear  our  praife. 

4  [Eternal  Father,  who  (hall  look, 

Into  thy  fecret  will  ? 
Who  but  the  Son  fhall  take  the  Book 
And  open  every  feal  ? 

5  He  mall  fulfil  thy  great  decrees, 

The  Son  deletes  it  well : 
Lo,  in  his  hand  the  fov'reign  keys 
OfHeav'n,  and  Death,  and  Hell!] 

6  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  (lain 

Be  endlcfs  bleflings  paid  ;  , 

Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain 
Forever  on  thy  head. 

7  Thou  hai1  redeem'd  our  fouls  with  blood, 

Haft  fee  the  pris'ners  free  ; 
Hail  made  us  kings  and  priefts  to  God, 
And  wc  (hall  reign  with  thee. 

t    The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  'r:racc 
Arc  put  beneath  thy  pow*r  ;' 
Then  Morten  thefc  delaying  days, 
And  bring  the  proatfs'c]  hour. 

2.    The  Dkty  fttid  Humantiy  cf  (Thrift 

John  i,  r,  3,  <4.  and  Col.  j.  16.  andEph. 

iii.  9,  f. 


RE  the  blue  heavens  were  ftrrtchM 
om  evcrlafl in g  was  i he  word ;  [abroad 


HYMN    III,  jj 

With  God  he  was  ;  the  word  was  God, 
And  muft  divinely  be  ador'd. 

2  By  his  own  pow'r  were  all  things  made  j 
By  him  fupported  all  things  ftand  ; 

x  He  is  the  whole  creation's  head  5 
And  angels  fly  at  his  command. 

3  Ere  fin  was  born,  or  faun  fell, 
He  led  the  holts  of  morning  ftars; 
(Thy  generation  who  can  tell, 

Or  count  the  number  of  thy  years  !) 

4  But  lo,  he  leaves  thofe  heav'nly  forms; 
The  word  defcends  and  dwells  in  clay,. 
Thai  he  may  hold  converfe  with  worms^ 
Drefl  in  fuch  feeble  flelh  as  they. 

5  Mortals  with  joy  beheld  his  face,, 
Th'  eternal  Father's  only  Son  ; 
How  full  of  truth  !  how  full  of  grace  ! 
When  thro'  his  eyes  the  Godhead  fhone  t 

6  Archangels  leave  their  high  abode, 
To  learn  new  my  (Tries  here  and  tell 
The  love  of  our  defcending  God, 
The  glories  of  Immanuel. 

5.  The  Nativity  <?/€hrift,  Luke  i»  jo,  See. 
Luke  ii.  10,  &c. 

1   T3EHOLD  the  grace  appears 
J3  The  promife  is  fulfill' d 
Mary  the  wond'rous  virgin  bears^ 
And  Jefus  is  the  child. 


4  HYMN    in.  Book  I. 

2  [The  Lord,  the  higheit  God, 
Calls  him  his  only  Son  ; 

He  bids  him  rule  the  lands  abroad, 
And  gives  him  David's  throne. 

3  O'er  Jacob  fhall  he  reign 
With  a  peculiar  fway  ; 

The  nations  (hall  his  grace  obtain, 
His  kingdom  ne'er  decay. 

4  To  bring  the  glorious  news, 
A  heav'nly  form  appears  : 

He  tells  the  fhepherds  of  their  joys, 
And  banifhes  their  fears. 

5  "Go  humble  Swains,"  fa  id  he, 
To  David's  city  fly  ; 

"  The  prorais'd  Infant  born  to-day, 
u  Doth  in  a  manger  lie. 

6  (i  With  looks  and  hearts  ferene, 
"  Go  vifit  Chrift  your  King," 

And  ftraight  a  flaming  troop  was  feen, 
The  {hepherds  heard  them  ting. 

7  "  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

"  And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth  ; 
"  Good  will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 

i(  At  our  Redeemer's  birth  !" 
S       [In  wormip  fo  divine 

Let  flints  employ  their  tongues, 
With  the  celeftial  hofis  we  join, 

And  loud  repeat  their  fongs. 
t)      "  Glory  to  God  on  1  igh  ! 

H  And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth  ; 
"  Good  will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 

u  At  our  Redeemer's  birth."] 


H  Y  M  N     I  5 

4,   The  nativity   of  Chrijl,  Luke  ii.  10.    &c. 
%   "  O  Hepherds  rejoice,  lift  up  your  eyes 

J3  "  And  fend  your  fears  away. 

"  News  from  the  regions  of  the  fkiea, 
"  Salvation's  born  to  day. 

2  "  Jefus  the  God  whom  angels  fear, 

"  Comes  down  to  dwell  with  you, 
ei  To-day  he  makes  his  entrance  here; 
"  But  not  as  mcnarchs  do. 

3  "  No  gold  nor  purple  fwadling  bands, 

<(  Nor  royal  fhining  things; 
t{  A  manger  for  his  cradle  {lands, 
((  And  holds  the  King  of  Kings. 

4  "  Go  (hepherds  where  the  infant  lies, 

"  And  fee  his  humble  throne  : 
<e  With  tears  of  joy  in  all  your  eyes, 
ei  Goihepherds,  kifs  the  fon." 

^  Thus  Gabriel  fang,  and  firait  around 
The  heav'nly  armies  throng  ; 
They  tune  their  harps  to  lofty  found, 
And  thus  conclude  the  fong. 

6  <e  Glory  to  God  that  reigns  above, 

'*  Let  peace  furrotmd  the  earth  : 
tl  Mortals  (hall  know  their  Maker's  love 
"At  their  Redeemer's  birth. 

7  Lord,  and  (hall  angels  have  their  fongs 

And  men  no  tunes  to  raife  ? 
O  may  we  lofe  our  ufelefs  tongues 
When  they  forget  topraife. 

8  Glory  to  God  that  reigns  above, 

That  pitied  us  forlorn, 


6  HYMN    VI,  Book  I. 

We  join  to  fing  our  Maker's  love. 
For  there's  a  Saviour  born. 

5.  Suh7?jijfion  to  an  Afflictive  Providence, 
Job.  hit. 

1  "j^YAKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 
JL%   And  crept  to  life  at  firfl:  ; 

We  to  the  earth  return  again. 
And  mingle  with  our  dull. 

2  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy, 

And  fondly  call  our  own, 
Are- but  ihort  favours  borrow'd  now, 
To  be  repaid  anon. 

§  'Tis  God  that  lifts  our  comforts  high 
Or  Jinks  them  in  the  grave  ; 
He.  gives  (and  blefled  be  his  name  !) 
.  He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

4-  Peace,  all  our  angry  paffions  then  ! 

Let  each  rebellious  figh 
.  '  Be  lilent  at  his  fov'reign  will, 

And  ev'ry  murmur  die.  n 

!  f  fmiling  mercy  crown  our  lives. 

It's  praifes  fhall  be  fpread, 
And  we'll  adore  the  juftice  too 

That  Arikes  our  comforts  dead. 

6.    Triumph  ever  Death,  Job  xix.  25  —  27. 

i   /"""I  REAT  God,  I  own  thy  fentence  juft, 
V_T  And  nature  muft  decay  ; 
I  yie^d  my  body  to  the  daft, 
To  dwell  with  fellow-chv. 


H  Y  M  N     VII, 

'%  Yet  faith  may  triumph  o'er  the  grave^ 
And  trample  on  the  tombs  : 
My  Jefas  my  Redeemer  lives., 
My  God,  my  fayiour  comes. 

£  The  mighty  conqu'rors  (hall  appear 
High  on  a  royal  feat, 
And  death,  the  lafl  of  all  his  foes,. 
Lie  vanauiuYd  at  his  feet. 

4  Tho'  greedy  worms  devour  my  lkin, 

And  gnaw  my  wailing  Hem, 
When  God  mall  build  my  bones  agairr, 
Ke'll  clothe  them  all  afreih.       .     ' 

5  Then  (hall  I  fee  thy  lovely  face 

With  firong  immortal  eyes, 
And  feaft  upon  thy  unknown  grace, 
With  pleafure  and  furprife.. 

7.  The  Invitation  of  the  Gofpel :  or  5/%p| 
Fond  and  C 'loathing,  I  fa.  Iv,  1,  &c5 

1  "I"    ET  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend, 
JL^   And  every  heart  rejoice: 
The  trumpet  of  the  gofpel  founds 
(    With  an  inviting  \oice. 

2  Ho  !   all  ye  hungry  ftarving  fouls 

That  feed  upon  the  winc% 
And  vainly  itrive  with  earthly  toy; 
To  fiii  an  empty  mind. 

I   Etern  u  wifJom  hv?.  prepared 
A  foul  reviving  fea;;-," 

>ycnr  lor. g^ng  srpr:i;c: 
1  £.z  :.:'.:.  nrovilion  rafts 


&  HYMN  VIII,  Bk. 

4  Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  ftreams, 

And  pine  away  and  die  : 
Here  yon  may  quench  your  racing  third, 
With  fprings  that  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  of  ]ove  and  mercy  here 

In  a  rich  ocean  join  ; 
Salvation,  in  abundance  flows, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 
»   [Ye  peddling  and  naked  poor, 
Whoworkwith  mighty  pain, 
To  weave  a  garment  of  your  own, 
That  will  not  hide  your  fin, 
7  Come  naked,  and  adorn  your  fouls 
In  robes  prepar'd  by  God, 
Wrought  by  the  labours  of  his  Son, 
And  dy'd  in  his  own  blood.] 
$   Dear  God  !  the  treafures  of  thy  love 
Are  everlaiting  mines, 
Deep  as  our  helplefs  mis'rics  are, 
^  And  boundlefs  as  our  fins. 
£    the  happy  gates  of  gofpel  grace, 
Stand  open  night  and  day  ; 
Lord,  wc  are  come  to  feek  fupplics. 
And  drive  our  wants  away'. 

§.     The  fafsty  and  protection  oj  tkc  Church. 
Ifa.  xxvi.   i — 6. 
1   ]Lj  OVV  honourable  is  the  place 
.  Xl    Where  wc  adoring  ftand  : 
Ziou,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
And  beamy  of  the  land  ! 
;    Cu'    :,;.'  ;;  of  mighty  grace  defend 
^  The  city  where  we  dwell  ; 
The  walls  of  firong  falvatjpn  w.ifie 
0    Dtiy'd  th'  ailiuhs  of  lull. 


HYMN    IX. 

3  Lift  up  the  everlafting  gates, 

The  doors  wide  open  fling  ; 
Enter  ye  nations  that  obey 
The  (latutes  of  oar  king, 

4  Here  {hail  ye  tafte  unmingled  joys, 

And  live  in  perfect  peace  ; 
You  that  have  known  Jehovah's  name, 
And  ventur'd  on  his  grace. 

5  Trull:  in  the  Lord  for  ever  truli, 

And  banifh  all  your  fears  : 
Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwells, 
Eternal  as  his  years. 

6  What  tho*  the  rebels  dwell  on  high, 

His  arm  fiiall  bring  them  low  : 
Low  as  the  caverns  of  the  grave 
Their  lofty  heads  fhall  bow. 

7  On  Babylon  cur  feet  mall  tread 

In  that  rejoicing  hoar  j 
The  ruins  of  her  walls  ihall  fpread 
A  pavement  for  the  poor. 

9.    The  promifes  of 'the  covenant  of  C;«c- 

N  vain  we  lavifh  out  our  lives 
To  gether  empty  wind  : 
The  choiceft  blefflngs  each  can  yield, 
Will  ftarve  a  hungry  mind. 
2,  Come,  and  the  Lord  ihall  feed  your  foul; 
With  more  fufeftantial  meat  ; 
With  fuch  as  faints  in  glory  love, 
With  fuch  as  angels  eat. 
3  Our  God  will  ev'ry  want  fupply, 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  peace  : 
.    He  gives  by  cov'nant  and  by  faldt 
The  riches  of  his  grace, 


io  H  Y  M  N     X,  Boo*. 

4  Corne,  and  he'll  deanfe  our  fpotted  fouls, 

And  wafli  away  our  flains 
'    In  the  dear  fountain  thrt  his  Son 
Pour'd  from  his  dying  veins. 

5  [Our  guilt  fhall  vanim  all  away, 

Tho'  black  as  hell  before  : 
Our  Sin  (hall  fink  beneath  the  fea, 
And  fhall  be  found  no  mere, 
£  And  left  pollution  mould  o'erfpread 
Our  inward  pow'rs  ^gain, 
His  fpirit  mould  bedew  our  fouls 
Like  purifying  rain.] 
7  Our  heart,  that  flinty  ftubborn  thing, 
That  terrors  cannot  move, 
That  fears  no  threat'nings  of  his  wrath, 
Shall  be  diflbVd  by  love. 
3  Or  he  can  take  the  flint  away, 
That  woald  not  be  refin'd, 
And  from  the  treafures  of  his  grace 
Be  flow  a  fofter  mind  • 
q  There  fhall  hig  facred  fpirit  dwell, 
And  deep  engrave  his  law: 
And  ev'ry  motion  of  our  fouls 
To  fwift  obedience  draw, 
io  Thus  will  he  pour  falvation  down, 
And  we  fhall  render  praife  : 
We  t«e  dear  people  of  his  love, 
And  he  our  God  of  grace. 

io.  The  hlejjednefs  of  G  of  pel  Times  ;  or,  The 
ficvclalicn  of  Chtifl  to  Jews  and  Gentiles, 
Ifa.  v.  2.  7— io.  Matt.  xiii.  16.  17. 

1    TJOW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
£~X  Who  Hands  on  Zion's  hill  : 


H  Y  M  N     XI.  1 1 

Who  bring  falvation  on  their  tongues, 

And  words  of  peace  reveal. 

How  charming  is  their  voice  1 

How  fweet  the  tidings  are  ! 
u  Zion  !  behold  thy  Saviour  King: 

il  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

How  happy  are  their  ears 

That  hear  this  joyful  found. 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 

And  fought,  but  never  found  ! 

How  blefTed  are  our  eyes 

That  fee  this  heav'nly  light; 
Prophets  and  kings  deiir'd  it  long, 

But  dy'd  without  the  fight! 

The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 
Jerufalem  breaks  forth  in  fongs, 

And  deferts  learnt  the  joy. 

The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 

Thro'  all  the  earth  abroad  ! 
Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behold 

Their  faviour  and  their  God. 


ii 


VJ  . 


.  The  hmnble  enlightened,  and  carnal  reapa 
humbled y  Luke  x,  I,  21, 

1  '"T^  Here  was  an  hour  when  Chrift  rejo  . 
JL     And  fpoke  his  joy  in  words  of  praife, 
"  Father,  1  thank  ihee,  mighty  God, 
*J  Lord  of  the  earth  rnd  heav'ns  and  feas. 
"  I  thank  thy  fov'reign  pow'r  and  love, 
"  Thatcrownsmy  doctrine  with  fuccefs  ; 
ff  And  makes  the  babes  in  knowledge  }eirii 
"  The  heights,  and  breadths,  and  kii^his 
i(  of  grace.  U 


12  HYMN     XII,  Book  I, 

3  u  But  all  this  glory  lies  conceal'd 

"  From  men -of  prudence  and  of  wit ; 

<l  The  prince  of  darknefs  blind  their  eyes, 

€<  And  their  own  pride  reiifts  the  light. 

4  "  Father,  'tis  thus,  becaufe  thy  will 

(i  Chofe  and  ordain'd  it  mould  be  fo  ; 
<(  'Tis  thy  delight  t'  abafc  the  proud, 
"  And  lay  the  haughty  (corner  low. 

5  "  There's  none  can  know  the  Father  right, 
"  But  thofe  that  learn  it  from  the  Son  j 

<c  Nor  can  the  Son  be  well  receiv'd, 

"  But  where  the  Father  makes  him  known. 

6  "  Then  let  our  fouls  adore  our  God, 
ii  That  deals  his  graces  as  he  pleafe  j 
<i  Nor  gives  to  mortals  an  account 

<(  Or  of  his  aclions  or  decrees." 

12.  Fres  Grace  in  revealing  Chrift.  Luke  x.  2 1 . 

i       ESUS  (he  man  of  con'Aant  grief, 
A  mounitr  all  his  days  : 
His  fpirit  once  rejoie'd  aloud, 
And  turn'd  his  joy  to  praife  : 
2  "Father,  I  thank  thy  wond'rous  love, 
I    u  That  hath  reveal'd  thy  Son 
"  To  men  unlearned';  and  to  babes 
«  Ha!  made  thy  gofpel  known." 
A  <(  The  my  ft  ries  of  redeeming  grace 
(i  Are  hidden  from  the  wife  ; 
<c  While  pride  and  carnal  reas'nings  join 
"  ToAvell  and  blind  their  eyes." 
^  Tims  doth  th#Lord  of  beav.'n  and  car;!. 
1  lis  great  decrees  fulfill  ; 
And  order?  all  h'\s  vvorks  of  grace 
w'reigH  Will. 


H  Y  M  N     XIV.  13 

lj.  Th?  Son  of  God  incarnate,  or  thelitis*  and 
the  kingdom  ofChrij?,  I  fa.  ix,  z,6P  7. 

HE  lands  that  long  in  darknefs  lay 
Now  have  beheld  a  h'cay*i*1y  light : 
Nations  th.at  fat  in  death's  cold  {ha  1   , 
Are  blefs'd  with  beams  divinely  bright;, 

2  The  Virgin's  promis'd  Son  is  born, 
Behold  th' expected  child  appear  ! 
What  fliall  his  names  cr  titles  be  ? 

"  The  Wonderful,  the  CouufHor^ 

3  [This  infant  is  the  mighty  God, 
Came  to  be  fuckled  and  ador'd  ; 
Th'  eternal  Father,  prince  of  peace,- 
The  Son  of  David,  and  his  Lord.] 

q  The  government  of  earth  and  feas 
Upon  his  fhoulders  {hall  be  laid  ; 
His  wide  dominions  {hall  increafe, 
And  honours  to  his  name  be  paid. 

5  Jems,  the  holy  child,  mall  fit 

High  on  his  Father  David's  throne  ; 
Shall  crofli  his  foes  beneath  his  feet  j 
And  reign  to  ages  yet  unknown. 

14..  The  triumph  of  faith  :  or  ChrljVs  unehdnitjfr 
able  love }  Rom.  viii.  33,  Sec. 

1   "TTTTHOihallthe  Lord's  eleel  condemn? ' 
VV     'Tis  God  that  juflifies  their  fouls  : 

And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  ftream, 

O'er  all  their  fins  divinely  rol-s 
%   Who  ihall  adjudge  the  feints  to  hell  ? 

'Tis  Chrift  that  fuffer'd  in  their  {lead  ; 

And  their falvation  to  fulfil, 

Behold  him  riling  from  the  dead  ! 


i4  H  Y  M  N    XV.  Book  I. 

3  He  lives!  he  lives  !  and  fits  above, 
For  ever  interceding  ihere  ; 
Who  fhall  divide  us  from  his  love, 
Or  what  (lull  tempt  us  to  defpair  ? 

4  Shall  peffecution  or  diflrefs, 
Famine,  or  f\Vord,  or  nakednefs  ? 
He  that  has  lov'd  us  bears  us  thro' 
And  makes  us  more  than  conqu'rors  too. 

5  Faith  hath  an  overcoming  povv'r, 
It  triumphs  in  the  dying  hour  : 
ClirHt  is  our  life,  our  joy,  our  Hope  : 
Nor  can  we  link  with  fuch  a  prop. 

6  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 
Nor  pow'rs  on  high,  nor  pow'rs  below 
Shall  caufe  his  mercy  to  remove, 

Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Chrift  our  love. 

IJ.  Our  own  wsaknefs,  and  Chi'itt.  our  firength* 

2  Cor.  xii.  7,  10. 

1  '       ET  me  but  hear  my  faviour  fay, 

ft  j  Strength  ihall  be  equal  to  thy  day, 
Then  I  rejoice  in  deep  diftrefs 
\    Leaning  on  all  fnfricient  grace, 

2  I  glory  in  infirmity, 

That  Chrilt's  own  pow'r  may  reft  on  me; 
'When  I  am  weak,  then  am  I  itrong, 
Grace  is  my  fhield,  and  Chrifl  my  fong. 

J#  I  can  do  all  things,  or  can  bear 
All  fuff'rings  if  my  Lord  be  there  : 
Sweet  pleasures  mingle  with  the  pains, 
While  Ills  left  hand  my  head  fuftains. 

4  B.  t  if  rhe  Lord  be  once  withdraw, 
And  vve  attempt  the  work  alone. 
When  new  temptations  fpring  and  rife, 
We  find  how  great  our  weaknefs  is. 


H  Y  M  N    XVII.  i^ 

j  So  Sampfon  when  his  hair  was  loft, 
Met  the  Philiftines  to  his  colt ; 
Shock  his  vain  limbs  with  fad  furprize, 
Made  feeble  fight,  and  loft  his  eyes. 

16.  Hofanna.  to  Chrifi,  Matt.  xxi.  9.  Luke. 
xtx  98.  40. 

1  TJOSANNA  to  the  royal  fon 
O     Of  David's  ancient  line  ! 
His  natures  two,  his  perfon  one  ! 
Myiterious  and  divine. 
%  The  root  ot  David  here  we  find, 
And  offspring  is  the  fame  ; 
Eternity  and  time  are  join'd 
In  our  Imanuel's  name. 

3  Bleis'd  he  that  comes  to  wretched  men, 

With  peaceful  news  from  heaven! 
Hofacinas  of  the  higheft  ftrain 
T<»  chrift  the  Lord  be  giv'n  ! 

4  Let  mortals  ne'er  refufe  to  take, 

Th'  Hofanna  en  their  tongue?, 
Left  rocks  and  Hones   fnould  rife  and  break 
Their  iilence  into  fongs. 

17.   Vittory  over  Death,   1   Cor.  xv.   <<,. 

1  i(~^\   For  an  overcoming  faith 
%^Jf      To  cheer  my  dyirfg  hours,   . 

To  triumph  o'er  the  monftcr  death, 
And  all  his  frightful  pow'rs !  . 

2  Joyful  with  all  the  ftrength  I  have. 

My  qui  v '  r i  n  g  i  i  ps  fii oui  d  ft n g, 
11  Where  is  thy  boafting  VicVry  grave  % 
ii  And  where  the  monfter's  fling  r" 

3  If  lln  be  pardon.1  d  I'm  fecure  ; 

Death  hath  no  fling  beiide  ; 
B.  2. 


x6  H  Y  M  N    XIX.  Book.  I, 

The  law  gives  fin  its  damning  pow'r, 

But  Chrifl,  my  ranfom  dy'd. 
4  Now  ro  i he  God  of  victory 

Immortal  thanks  be  paid, 
Who  makes  us  conqu'rors  while  we  die, 

Thro'  Chrifl:  our  living  head. 

18.  B lsj[ed  are  the  dead  that  die  in  the  Lord. 
Rev.  xv.  3. 

1  T  TEarwhatthevoicc  fromheav'n  proclaims 
JL  A   F°r  all  the  pious  dead  : 

Sweet  is  the  favor  of  their  names, 
And  foft  their  fleeping  bed. 

2  They  die  in   Jefus,  and  are  biefs'd  ; 

How  kind  their  (lumbers  are  ! 
From  fuff 'rings  and  from  fin  releas'd 
And  freed  from  ev'ry  fnare. 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  drift. 

They're  prefcnt  with  the  Lord^ 
.  The?  labours  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 

I0c  The  fon g  of  Simeon,  Luke  ii.    27.  Re. 

1    "T     OKI),  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 
JL_j   As  happy  Simeon  came, 
And  hope  to  meet  our  (avion;-  here  : 
O  make  our  joys  the  lame  ? 
a  With  what  divine  and  vaPc  delight 
The  good  old  man  was  fill'd, 
When  fondly  in  his  wither'd  arms 
He  cWp'd  the  holy  child. 
3  "  Now  I  can  leave  this  world,  he  cry'd, 
"  Behold  thy  fcrvant  dies : 
H  I've  fcen  thy  great  falvation,  Lcrd  : 
*'  And  clofe  my  peaceful  eyes. 


HYMN     XX.  17 

4  ei  This  is  the  light  prepar'd  to  fhine 

"  Upon  the  Gentile  lands 
te  Thine  Ifrael's  glory,  and  their  hope, 
To  Break  their  flavifh  Bands," 

5  [Jefus  !  the  vifion  of  thy  face, 

Hath  overpowr'ing  charms 
Scarce  mail  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
If  Chriit  be  in  my  arms. 

6  Then  while  ye  hear  my  heart  firings  break, 

How  fweet  my  minutes  roll  ! 
A  mortal  palenefs  on  my  cheek, 
And  glory  in  my  foul.] 

20.  Spiritual  apparel,  &c.  Ifa,  lxi.  io. 

1  A    WAKE,  my  heart,  arife  my  tongue, 
.£~jL  Prepare  a  tuneful  voice, 

In  God,  the  life  of  all  my  joys, 
Aloud  I  will  rejoice. 

2  'Tis  he  adorn'd  my  naked  foul, 

And  made  falvation  mine; 
Upon  a  poor  poluted  worm 
He  makes  his  graces  mine. 

3  And  left  the  lhadow  of  a  fpot, 

Should  on  my  foul  be  found, 
He  took  the  cobs  the  Saviour  wrought, 
And  call  it  all  around. 

4  How  far  the  heav'nly  robe  exceeds 

What  earthly  princes  wear  ! 
Thefe  ornaments,  how  bright  they  mine  I 
Kow  white  the  garments  arc. 

5  The  fpirit  wrought  my  faith  and  love 

And  hope,  and  ev'ry  grace; 
Bus  Jefus  fpent  his  life  to  work 
Trie  robe  of  f iehteoufhefs* 


1 8  HYMN     XXII  Book  I. 

6  Strangely,  my  foul,  art  thou  array'd 
By  the  great  facred  three  ! 
In  fweeteft  harmony  of  praife 
Let  all  thy  pow'rs  agree. 
21.    A  vifion  of  the  kingdom  of  Clirift  among 
Men,  Rev.  xxi.  f — 4. 

1  "       O,  what  a  glorious  fight  appears 
ft  4  To  our  believing  eyes ; 

The  earth  and  feas  are  pafs'd  away, 
And  the  old  rolling  fkics. 

2  From  the  third  heav'n,  where  God  refides, 

That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  new  Jcrufalem  comes  down, 

Adorn'd  with  mining  grace, 
I   Attending  angels  iliout  for  joy, 

And  the  bright  armies  fing  ; 
i{  Mortals,  behold  the  facred  feat 

"  Of  your  defcending  king. 
4.  te  The  God  of  glory,  down  to  men 

"  Removes  his  biefs'd  abode  ; 
*¥  Men,  the  dear  objects  of  his  grace, 

11  And  he  the  loving  God. 

5  (l  His  own  foft  hand  mall  wipe  the  tears, 

"  From  ev'ry  weeping  eye  : 
"  And  pains  and  groans,and  griefs  and  fears, 
"  And  death  itf'elf  (hall  die." 

6  How  long  dear  Saviour,  O  how  long^ 

Sh  ill  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 
Fly  fwifter  rosnd,  ye  wheels  of  time, 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 
22.  Chrift  the  eternal  life,  Rom.  ix.  5. 
ESUS  our  Saviour  and  our  God, 
Array'd  in  rnajeily  and  blood, 
Thou  art  0  ir  life,  our  fouls  hi  thee 
Poilcfs  a  full  felicity. 


HYMN     XXIV.  19 

2  All  our  immortal  hopes  are  laid 
In  thee  our  furety  and  our  head  : 
Thy  crofs,  thy  cradle  and  thy  throne 
Are  big  with  glories  yet  unknown, 

3  Let  Atheifts  fcofF ana  Jews  blafpheme 
Th'  eternal  life  and  Jefus'  name  : 

A  word  of  his  Almighty  breath 
Dooms  the  rebellious  world  to  death. 

4  But  lei  my  foul  for  ever  lie 
Beneath  the  bleffing  of  his  eye  ;' 

'Tis  hctv'n  on  earth,  'tis  heav'n  above 
To  fee  his  face,  to  taile  his  love. 

23.  Abfent  from  the  body  and  prefent  with  the 
Lords  2  Cor.  v.  8. 

1  A    BfentfromfleihiOblifsful  thought, 
jLjL  What  unknown  joys  this  momentbrings 

Freed  from  the  mifchiefs  fin  has  brought 
From  pains  and  fears  and  all  their  fpriugs. 

2  Abfent  from  flefh!  illuftrious  day, 
Surprising  fcene!  triumphant  ftroke, 
That  rends  the  prifon  of  my  clay, 
And  lean  feel  my  fetters  broke. 

3  Abfent  from  flefh  !  then  rife  my  foul 
Where  feet  nor  wings  could  never  climb ; 
Beyond  the  heav'ns  where  planers  roil 
Meafuring  the  cares  and  joys  of  time. 

4  I  go  where  God  and  glory  mine, 
His  prefence  makes  eternal  day  $ 
Myall  that's  mortal  I  refign, 
For  angels  wait  and  point  my  way. 

24.    The  rich  Sinner  dying,  Pfal.  xlix.  6.  $, 
Ecclef.  viii.  8.  Jobiii.  14.  15. 

IN  vain  the  wealthy  mortals  toil, 
And  heap  their  fhiningdaft  in  vain: 


20  H  Y  M  N     XXV.  Book  I, 

Look  down  and  fcorn  the  hurnblc  poor, 
And  boaft  their  lofty  hills  of  gain. 

2  Their  golden  cordials  cannot  eafe 
Their  pained  heartsoraching  heads, 
Nor  fright  nor  bribe  approaching  death, 
From  glitt'ring  roofs  and  downy  beds, 

3  The  lihg'ring  the  unwilling  foul, 
The  di final  fummons  muit  obey, 
And  bid  along,  a  fad  farewell, 
To  rhe  pale  lumps  of  lifelefs  clay. 

4  Thence  they  are  huddled  to  the  grave, 
/, Where  king  and  Haves  have  equal  thrones ; 

Their  bones  without  diftinclion  lie, 
Ainongfl:  the  heap  of  meaner  bones. 

'  The  reft  referred  to  in  the  xlix/A  Pfalm. 

•  2£.  Avifion  of  the  Lamb,  Rev.  v.  6— j. 
• 

A   LL  mortal  vanities  be  gone, 
I  ,  jC\.  Nor  tempt  my  eyes  nor  tire  my  ears 
;  , 'Behold  amidit  th'  eternal  throne 

A  vifion  of  the  Lamb  appears. 
M  [Glory  his  fleecy  robe  adorns, 
!■  ...Mark'd  with  the  bloody  death  he  bore  ; 

Sev'n  are  his  eyes  and  fev'n  his  horns 
*    To  fpeak  his  wifdom  and  his  pow'r. 

3  Lo,  he  receives  a  fealed  Book 
From  him  that  fits  upon  the  throne, 
Jefus,  my  Lord,  prevails  to  look 

On  dark  decrees  and  things  unknown.] 

4  All  the  aflembling  faints  around 
F*i!l  worshiping  before  the  Lamb, 
And  in  new  fongs  of  pofpel  found 
Addrcfs  their  honour'  to  his. name. 


HYMN     XXVI,  21 

y  [The  joy,  the  fhont,  the  harmony 
Flies  o'er'the  everlafting  hills, 
"  Worthy  art  thou  alone,  they  cry, 
u  To  read  the  book,  to  loofe  the  feals.'* 

6  Our  Voices  join  tne  heav'nly  Strain, 
'  And  with  tranfporting  Pleafnre  fing, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  once  was  !Jain5 
"  To  be  our  Teacher  and  our  King  !" 

7  His  words  of  prophecy  reveal 
Eternal  counfels,  deep  defigns  : 
His  grace  and  vengeance  mail  fulfil 
The  peaceful  and  the  dreadful  lines. 

%  Thou  haft  redeem'd  our  fouls  from  hell 
With" thine  invaluable  blood  ; 
And  wretches  that  did  once  rebel, 
Are  now  made  fav'rkes  of  their  God., 

9  Worthy  forever  is  the  Lord, 

That  dy'd  for  treafons  not  his  own, 

By  ev'ry  tongue  to  be  ador'd, 

And  dwell  upon  his  father's  throne! 

26.    Hope  of  Heaven  by  the  Refurredicn  cj 
Chrift,  1  Pet.  1,5.  5, 

1  "OLefs'd  be  the  everlafting  God, 
JO  The  father  of  our  Lord  ; 

Be  his  abounding  mercy  prais'd, 
His  niajejfty  ador'd. 

2  When  from  the. dead  he  rais'd  his  fon, 

And  call';!  him  to  the  fky, 

He  g.a^re  cur  fouls  a  lively  hope, 

That  they  ihouid  never  die. 

%  What  iro'  our  inbred  fins  require 

.Our  neli.  to  ice  tae  cuit. 


22  HYMN     XXVII.  Book  I, 

Yet  as  the  Lord  ourfaviour  rofe, 
So  all  his  followers  mull:. 

4  There's  an  inheritance  divine, 

Referv'd  agajnit  that  day  ; 
'Tis  uncorrupted,  undefU'd, 
And  cannot  fade  away. 

5  Saints  by  the  pow'r  of  God  are  kept 

Till  the  falvation  come  ; 
We  walk  by  faith,  as  Grangers  here, 
Till  Chrift  mall  call  us  home. 

27.  Affurance  of  Heaven  :    or,  A  Saint  prepa- 
red to  diz,  2  Tim,  iv.  6,  7,  8,  iS. 

1  [T^VEath  may  diiTolve  my  body  now, 

JLr    And  bear  my  fpirit  home  ; 
Why  do  my  minutes  move  fo  flow, 
Nor  my  falvation  come  ? 

2  With  heav'nly  weapons  I  have  fought 

The  battles  of  the  Lord,   . 
Finilh'd  my  courfe,  and  kept  the  faith 
And  wait  the  fare  reward.] 

3  God  has  laid  up  in  heav'n  for  me 

A  crown  which  cannot  fade  ; 
The  righteous  judge  at  that  great  day 
Shall  place  it  on  my  head. 

4  Nor  hath  the  king  of  grace  decreed 

This  prize  for  me  alone  ; 
But  all  that  love  and  long  to  fee 
Th'  appearance  of  his  ion. 

5  Jefus,  the  lord,  {hall  guard  me  frfe 

From  cv'ry  illdefign  ;  - 


HYMN     XXVIII.  tj 

And  to  his  heav'nly  Kingdom  take 

This  feeble  foul  of  mine, 
6  God  is  my  everlaiting  aid, 

And  hell  mail  rage  in  vain; 
To  Him  be  higheft  glory  paid, 

And  endlefs  praife :  Amen* 

28.  The  Triumph  of  Chrift  over,  the  finemkt 
—  of  the  Church,  Ifa.  lxiii,  1 — 3    be. 

1   "TIT  THAT  mighty  man,  or  mighty  God, 
V  V     Comes  travelling  in  ftaie 
Along  the  Idnmean  road, 
Away  from  Bozrah's  Gate  i 
%  The  glory  of  his  robes  proclaim 
'lis  fome  viclorious  kiflg  : 
«  'Tis  I,  the  Jnft,  th'  Almighty  one, 
"  That  your  Salvation  bring." 

3  Why,  mighty  Lord  thy  faints  inquire. 

Why  thine  apparel's  red  : 
And  all  thy  vefture  flain'd  like  thofe 
Who  in  the  Wine  prefs  tread  ? 

4  "I  by  myfelf  have  trod  the  pre  fs^ 

<<r  And  crufn'd  my  foes  alone  ; 
£'  My  wrath  has  (truck  the  rebels  dead^ 
"  My  fury  (lam pi  them  down. 
?  <(  'TisEdom's  Blood  that  dy'd  my  robes 
"  With  joy  fdfcarlet  (tains  j 
4i  The  triumph  that  my  raiment  wear: 
*<  Sprung  from  my  bleeding  veins, 
6  "  Thus  (hall  the  nations  be  ddlroy'd 
'<  That  dare  infult  my  Saints  : 
4<  I  have  an  Arm  t'avenge  their  wrong:., 
u  An  Ear  for  their  complaints, 
C 


*4  HYMN    XXX.  Bk.  I. 

19.  The  ftcond  J'art,  or,  the  Ruin  of  Anti- 
chriji,  ver.  4 — 7, 

1  <(  T  Lift  my  banner,  faith  the  Lord, 

X  Where  Antichritt  has  flood, 
The  city  of  my  gofpel-foes 
Shall  be  a  field  of  blood. 

2  My  heart  h*s  ftudy'd  juft  revenge, 

And  now  the  day  appears, 
The  day  of  my  redeem'd  is  come, 
To  wipe  away  their  tears. 

3  Quite  weary  is  my  patience  grown. 

And  bids  my  fury  go : 
Swift  as  the  lightning  it  (hall  move, 
And  be  as  fatal  too. 

4  I  call  for  helpers,  but  in  vain  ; 

Then  has  my  gofpel  none  ? 
Well,  mine  own  arm  has  might  enough, 

To  cruih  my  foes  alone. 
c  Slaughter  and  my  devouring  fword 

Shall  walk  the  ftreets  around  ; 
Babel  (hall  reel  beneath  my  ftrokc, 

And  ftagger  to  the  ground." 
6  Thy  honours,  O  victorious  king  ! 

Thine  own  right  hand  mall  raife. 
While  we  thy  awful  vengeance  ling, 

And  our  deliv'rer  praife. 

30.  Prayer  for  Deliverance  anfwered,  Ifa. 
xxvi.  8—10, 

r        TN  thine  own  ways  O  God  of  leve, 
j[  We  wait  the  vifits  of  thy  grace  -, 
Our  foul's  defire  is  to  thy  name 
And  toe  rcmcimbrance  of  thy  face 


HYMN    XXXL  25 

%  My  thoughts  are  fearching,  Lord  for  thee 
'Mongft  the  black  ihadcs  of  lorxefome  night  ; 
My  earnefi:  cries  falute  the  ikies 
Before  the  dawn  reftores  the  light, 

I  Look  how  rebellions  men  deride 
The  tender  patience  of  my  God  5 
But  they  mall  fee  thy  lifted  hand, 
And  feel  the  fcourgts  of  thy  rod. 

4.  Hark  !   the  eternal  rends  the  Iky, 
A  mighty  voice  before  him  goes  ! 
A  voice  of  mufic  to  bis  friends, 
But  threat'ning  thunder  to  his  foes, 

%  <l  Come,  children  to  your  Fathers  arms, 
Hide  in  the  chambers  of  my  grace,      ^ 
Till  the  fierce  ftorm  be  overblown, 
And  my  revenging  fury  ceafe, 

*  My'fword  ilia  11  boa  ft  its  thoufands  flain, 
And  drink  the  b  ood  of  haughty  kings, 
While  heavn'ly  peace  around  my  flock, 
Stretches  its  foft  and  downy  wings.'* 

%l%  Con defcen ding  Grace ,  Pf.  cxxxviii,  6. 

1  T^TTHkN  the  eternal  bows  the  fides* 
VV     To  vifit  earthly  things, 
With  fcorn  divine  he  turns  his  eyes 
From  towers  of  haughty  kings. 

£.  He  bids  his  awful  chariot  roil 

Far  downward  from  the  fkies, 
To  vifit  cv'ry  humble  foul 
With  pleafure  in  his  eyes. 

3  Why  mould  the  Lord  that  reigns  abovs 
Pifdain  fo  lofty  kings  I 


26  H  Y  M  N    XXXII.  Bk.  I. 

Say,  Lord,  and  why  fuch  looks  of  love, 
Upon  fuch  worth lefs  things  ! 

4  Mortals,  be  dumb,  what  creatures  dare 

Difpute  his  awful  will  ! 

Afk  no  account  of  his  affairs, 

Bat  tremble  and  be  (till 

5  Jufl.  like  his  nature  is  his  grace, 

All  fov 'reign  and  ail  free  : 
Great  God,  how  fearcblefs  are  thy  ways, 
How  deep  thy  Judgements  be, 

31.  Strength  from  Heaven.  Ifa.  xl.  27 — 50. 

j   X  X  T  Hence  do  our  mourful  thoughts  arife? 
V  V     And  where's  our  courage  fled  .? 
Has  refllefs  fin  and  raging  hell 
Struck  all  cur  comforts  dead  ? 

2  Plave  we  forgot  th'  Almighty  name 
That  form'd  the  earth  and  fea  ? 
And  can  an  all  creating  Arm 
Grew  weary  or  decay  ? 

•    Treasures  of  everlafting  Might 
In  our  Jehovah  dwell  ; 
He  gives  the  conqueil  to  the  weak, 
And  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 

ftal  pow'r  mail  fade  and  die, 
And  youthful  vigour  ccafe  ; 
Em  we  that  wait  upon  the  Lord, 
Shall  feel  our  ftrengih  increafe. 

g  The  Saints  (hall  mount  on  Eagles  wings, 
And  tafte  the  promis'd  blifs  ; 
1  their  unwearied  feet  arive 
Where  perfect  pleafureis-. 


.  *     ^ — 


HYMN     XXXIV.  17 

53.  A  rational  Defence  oj  the  Go/pel, 
Rom.  i,  i6,  1  Cor.  i,  27 — 28. 

1  O  HALL  Atheifts  dare  infult  the  crofs, 
i3  Of  our  redeemer  God  ? 

Shall  iftffdel!  reproach  hisXaws, 
Or  trample  on  his  Blood  ? 

2  Whar  if  he  chofe  myilerious  ways 

To  cleanfe  us  from  our  Faults  ? 
May  not  the  works  of  fbv'reign  gra.ce 
Tranfcend  our  feeble  thoughts  ? 
g  What  if  his  gofpcl  bids  us  fight 
With  flefh,  and  felt,  and  fin  ; 
The  prize  is  rabft  divinely  bright 
That  we  are  call'd  to  win. 

4  What  if  the  foolifli  and  ?h^  poor 

His  glorious  grace  partake, 
This  but  confirms  bis  truth  the  more^ 
For  (6  the  prophet  fpak.c. 

5  Do  fome  that  own  his  facred  name  ; 

Indulge  their  fouls  in  iin  ! 
Tefus  (hould  never  bare  theblapne, 
His  laws  are  pure  and  clean, 

6  Then  let  our  faith  grow  firm  and  ft-rong> 

Our  lips,  profefs  his  Word  ; 

Nor  blufti  nor  fear  to  walk  among 

The  men  that  love  the  Lord. 

54,  The  Go/pel  the  power  of  God  to  Salvation. 
Rom.  i,  16.  1  Cor.  i.  18—24. 

WHAT  mall  the  dying  {inner  do, 
That  feeks  relief  for  all  his  woe^ 
Where  (hall  the  guilty  confcience  find 
lUfe  for  the  torment  of  the  mind  ? 


25  HYMN     XXXV.  E*.I- 

%  How  (hall  we  get  our  crimes  forgiv.'n. 
Or  form  our  natures  fit  for  heav'n, 
Can  fouls  all  o'er  drfil'd  with  fin, 
Make  their  own  pow'rs  and  paflions  clean  r 

3  In  vain  wefearch,  in  vain  we  try, 
Till  Jcfus  bring  his  gofpel  nigh  ; 
'Tis  there  fuch  pow'r  and  glory  dwell, 
As  faves  rebellious  fouls  from  hell. 

4  This  is  the  pillar  of  onr  hope, 
That  bears  our  fainting  fpirits  up  ; 
We  read  the  grace,  we  trutt  the  word, 
And  find  falvation  in  the  Lord. 

?  Let  men  or  angels  dig  the  mines, 
Where  nature's  golden  treafnre  mines, 
Brought  near  the  doctrine  of  the  crofs 
All  nature's  gold  appears  but  drofs, 

&  Should  vile  blafphemers  with  difdain 
Pronounce  the  truths  of  Jefus  vain, 
I'll  meet  the  fcaudal  and  the  lhame, 
And  ting  and  triumph  in  his  name. 

35,  Faith  ths  way  to  Salvation^  Rom.  i.  4, 
EpD.  ii.  8.  9. 

I   TV  TOT  by  the  laws  of  innocence 

j^^    C^n  Adam's  fons  arrive  at  heav'n, 
New  works  can  give  us  no  pretence, 
To  have  onr  ancient  fins  forgiv'n. 

3>  Not  the  belt  deeds  that  we  have  done 
Can  make  a  wounded  confeience  whale  ; 
Faith  is  the  grace,  and  faith  alone, 
That  flics  to  Chrilt,  and  faves  the  fouL 

3  Lord,  I  believe  thy  heav'uly  word, 
Fain  would  1  have  my  foul  renew'd  * 


HYMN    XXXVI.  29 

I  mourn  for  fin,  and  trufl  the  Lord 
To  have  it  pardon'd  and  fubdu'd. 
4  O  may  thy  grace  its  pow'r  difplay, 
Let  guilt  and  death  no  longer  reign  i 
Save  me  in  thine  appointed  way, 
Nor  let  my  bumble  faith  be  vain. 

36.  None  excluded  from  Hope,  Rom.  i.  \6. 
1  Cor.  i.  24. 

s    TESUS  thy  bleflings  are  not  few 
J    Nor  is  thy  gofpel  weak  ; 
Thv  grace  can  melt  the  ftnbborn  Jew, 
And  heal  the  dying  Greek. 

2  Wide  as  the  reach  of  Satan's  rage. 

Doth  thy  falvation  flow  ; 
'Tis  not  confin'd  to  fex  nor  age, 
The  lofty  or  the  low. 

3  Come  all  ye  vilefl  Tinners,  come, 

He'll  form  your  fouls  anew  ; 
His  gofpel  and  his  heart  have  room, 
For  rebels  fuch  as  you, 

4  His  doctrine  is  almighty  love, 

There's  virtue  in  his  name, 
To  turn  the  raven  to  a  dove, 
The  Hon  to  a  lamb. 

37.  ChritVs  Humiliation*  Exaltation  and  Tri~ 
umph.  Phil.  ii.  8#  9.  Mark  xv.  20,  24,  2^. 
Col,  ii.  i£. 

2   rX^  HE  mighty  fame  of  glorious  grace 
X     That  brighteft  monument  of  praife. 
That  e'er  the  God  of  love  defign'd, 
Employs  and  Jills  the  lab'ring  mind. 


;c  HYMN    XXXVIII.         Bk.  I« 

2  Begin  my  foul  the  heav'nly  fong, 
A  burthen  for  an  Angel's  tongue, 
When  Gabriel  founds  thele  awful  things, 
He  tunes  and  fummons  all  lis  firings 

3  Proclaim  inimitable  love, 
Jefus  the  Lord  of  worlds  above, 
Puts  offrhc  beams  of  bright  array, 
And  vails  the  God  in  mortal  clay. 

4  What  black  reproach  defil'd  his  name  ! 
When  with  our  fins  he  took  our  nV<mc  ! 
The  pow'r  whom  kneeling  Angels  blefr, 

-    Is  made  the  impious  rebels  Jelt. 

f$  Kc  that  diftribiitcs  crowns  and  thrones,  • 
Hangs  on  a  tree  and  bleeds  and  groans  ; 
The  Prince  ^f  life  refgn's  his  breath, 
The  king  of  g'ory  bows  to  death. 

6  But  fee  the  wonders  of  his  pow'r 
He  triumphs  in  his  dying  hour  ; 
And  while  by  Satan's  rage  he  fell, 
He  dafiYd  the  rifing  hopes  of  hell. 

7  Thus  were  the  liofls  of  death  fubdu'd, 
And  fin  was  drown'd  in  Jefus'  blood  ; 
Thus  he  arofe  and  reigns  above, 

And  conquer's  finner's  by  his  love. 
3  What  (hall  fulfill  his  boundlefs  fong, 
.    The  theme  furmountsan  Angel's  tongue. 
How  low,  how  vain,  are  mortal  Airs, 
When  Gabriel's  nobler  harp  difpairs. 
58.  The  Atonemsnt  of 'Chrift ,  Rom.  in.  25. 

OW  is  our  nature  fpoil'd  by  fin; 
Yet  nature  ne'er  had  found, 
The  way  to  make  the  confeience  clean, 
Or  heal  the  painful  wound. 


H 


HYMN    XXXIX. 
i  la  vain  we  feek  for  peace  with  God, 
By  methods  of  oar  own  : 
Jefus  there's  nothing  bat  thy  blood, 
Can  bring  us  near  the  throne. 
:  The  threat'ningsof  thy  broken  law, 
Imp.refs  oar  fouls  with'  dread  ; 
If  God  hisfword  of  vengeance  draw^ 
It  firikes  our  fpirits  dead. 
4.  Eat  thine  Illuftrious  facrifke, 

Hath  anfwer'd  thefc  demands: 
And  peace  and  pardon  from  the  fkics,- 
Come  down  by  jefus'  hands 
5  Here  all  the  ancient  types' agree, 
The  ahar  and  the  Lamb  ; 
And  prophets  in  their  viiion  fee 
Salvation  thro*  his  name, 
g  sTis  by  thy  death  we  live,  O  Lord  i 
'Tis  on  thy  crofs  we  reft  : 
For  ever  be  thy  love  ador'd, 
Thy  name  for-ever  bleft. 
3^.  Goo's  tender  care  of  his  Church  $ 
Ifa.  xlix.  13,  &c. 
i   \|OW  mall  my  inward  joys  arise, 
j3J    And  burft  into -a  Song  ; 
,-, eighty  love  infpiresmy  heart, 
And  pieaiure  tunes  my  tongue. 
%  God  on  his  thirfty  Sion-Hill 

Some  mercy-drops  has  thrown, 
Ar:d  folemn  oaths  have  bound  his  lov£ 
To  fhow'r  falvation  dewi*. 
j  "77liy  do  we  then  indulge  our  fears, 
Sufpicions  and  complaints  ? 
I-  be  a  God,  and  (hall  his  Grace 
Grow  weary  of  his  faints  ? 
C  z 


**  H  Y  M  N    XL.  Bk.  L 

4  Can  a  kind  woman  e*er  forget 
The  infant  of  her  womb  ! 
And  'mongft  a  thoufand  tender  thoughts,, 
Her  fuckling  have  no  room. 
5"  "  Yet  faith  the  Lord,  ihould  nature  change 
And  mothers  mongers  prove, 
Sion  (till  dwells  upon  the  heart 
Of  everlafling  love. 
tf  Deep  on  the  palms  of  both  my  hands 
I  have  engrav'd  her  name  ; 
My  hand  fhali  raife  her  ruin'd  walls, 
And  build  her  broken  frame." 

40.  The  Bufmefs  avd  Bleffednef*  of  glorified 
Saints.  Rev,  vir.  13,  &c. 

1  "  TXJ' HAT  happy  men  or  angels  thefe, 

VV  1   That  all  tiieir  robes  arc  fpotlefs 
white  ; 
Whence  did  ths  glorious  troop  arrive, 
*At  the  pure  realms  of  heavenly  light." 

2  From  ton'nng  r-.cks  and  burning  tires, 
A.:u  fe  »s  of  their  own  blood  they  came  : 
But  nobler  blood  has  wafh'd  their  robes, 
flowing  from  Chrilt  the  dying  Lamb. 

5  Now  they  approach  th*  almighty  throne, 
With  loud  Hofanrias  night  and  day  ; 
Sweet  anthems  to  the  great  Three  One, 
JVleafure  their  blefs'd  eternity. 

4  No  more  (hall  hunger  pain  their  fouls, 
He  bids  their  parching  thirit  be  gone  ; 
And  fpreads  the  (hadow  of  his  wings, 
To  fcretn  'em  from  the  (corching  fun. 

5  The  Lamb  that  fills  rhe  middle  throne^ 
Shall  died  around  his  milu'ir  beams  5 


HYMN    XIX  33 

There  (hall  they  feaft  on  his  rich  love. 

And  drink  full  joys  from  living  ftreams. 

6  Thus  {hall  their  mighty  blifs  renew, 
Thro'  the  vaft  round  of  endlefs  years, 
And  the  fofr  hand  of  fov'reign  grace 
Heal  all  their  wounds  and  wipe  their  tears. 

41,  7  he  fame.-  or,  The  Martyr's  glorified* 
Rev.  vii,  13,  &c. 

1  "  ^THHESE  glorious  minds  how  bright 

JL  they  thine, 

Whence  all  their  white  array  ? 
How  came  they  to  the  happy  fears 
Of  everlafting  day  ' 

2  From  torrring  pains  to  endlefs  joys 

On  fiery  wheels  they  rode, 
And  ftrarigely  wahYd  their  raiment  whi*- 
In  Jefus'  dying  blood. 

3  Now  they  approach  a  fpotltfs  God, 

And  bow  before  his  throne  ; 
Their  warbling  harps  and  facrtd  fongs 
Adore  the  Holy  One! 

4  ThJ  unveti'd  g'oriesof  his  fsce 

Amongfl  his  faints  refide, 
While  the  rich  treasure  of  his  grace 
Sees  all  their  wants  fupply'd. 
$  Tormenting  rhirit  fhall  leave  ihtirfoui, 
And  hunger  Hee  as  fail  ; 
The  fruit  of  life's  immortal  tiee 
Shall  be  their  fweei  rtpalh 
6  The  Lamhm.aH    rad  his  neav'nly  flock 
Where  living  foitBtaj&s  rife, 


34  HYMN     XLII.  Bk.  I. 

And  Love  divine  mall  wipe  away 
The  forrows  ofriieir  eyes. 

4*.  Divine  wrath  and  mercy  from  Nabum  i.  I. 


x\ 


Dore  and  tremble  !  for  our  God 
Is  a  *  Con Turning  fire  ; 
His  jealous  Eyes  his  wrath  inflame, 
And  raife  his  vengeance  higher. 

Almighty  vengeance  !  how  it  burns  ! 

How  bright  his  fnry  glows  ! 
Vaft  magazines  of  plagues  and  ftorms, 

Lie  treafur'd  for  his  foes, 

Thofe  heaps  of  wrath  by  (low  degrees 

Are  forc'd  into  a  flame, 
But  kindled,  O  1  how  fierce  they  blaze  ! 

And  rend  all  nature's  Frame. 

At  his  reproach  the  mountains  flee, 

And  feek  a  wat'ry  grave  ; 
The  frighted  fea  makes  hafle  away, 

And  ihrinks  up  every  wave. 

Thro'  the  wide  air'the  weighty  rocks 
Arc  fwift  as  hail  flones  hurl'd: 

Who  dares  engage  his  fiery  rage, 
Tii3t  fljakcs  the  folid  world  \ , 

Yet,  mighty  God,  thy  fov'reigrt  grace 

Sits  regent  on  the  throne, 
The  refuge  of  thy  chofen  race, 

When  wrath  comes  milling  down. 

Thy  hand  ihall  on  rebellious  kings 
A  fiery  tempeft  pour. 
*  Heb,  xii,  29. 


H  Y  M  N    XLI2I;  55 

While  we  beneath  thy  fheh'ririg  wings, 
Thy  jufl  revenge  adore. 

43*  Jefus  our  Surety  and  Saviour,  I  Pet,  I.  iS. 
Gal.  iii.  13    Rom.  iv.  25. 

1  A    DAM  our  father  and  onr  head, 

XjL  Tranfgrefs'd  andjuftice  doom  us  dead 
The  fiery  law  fpeaks  all  dcfpair, 
There's  no  reprieve  nor  pardon  there, 

2  Bat  O  unutterable  grace, 

The  Son  of  God  takes  Adam»s  place  : 
Down  to  our  world  the  Saviour  flies, 
Stretches  his  naked  arras  and  dies, 

3  Juflice  was  pleas'd  to  bruife  the  God, 
And  pay  its  wrongs  with  heav'nly  blood  ; 
What  unknown  racks  and  pangs  he  bore, 
Then  rofe  ;  the  law  could  aik  no  more. 

4  Amazing  work  !  look  down  ye  ikies. 
Wonder  and  gaze  with  all  your  eyes  ; 
Ye  heav'nly  thrones  (loop  from  above, 
And  bow  to  this  myfterious  love. 

5  Lo!  they  adore  th'  incarnate.  Son, 
And  fing  the  glories  he  has  won  : 
Sing  how  he  broke  our  iron  chains* 
How  deep  he  funk,  how  high  he  reigns 

6  Triumph  and  icign  victorious  Lord, 
By  ail  the  flaming  hofts  ador'd  ; 

And  ray,  dear  conqueror  fay,  how  long, 
Ere  we  Hull  rife  to  join  their  fong. 

7  Send  down  a  chariot  from  above, 
With  fiery  wheels  and  pav'd  with  loYty 
Raife  me  beyond  th'  etherial  blue, 

To  ling  and  Iqys  as  angels  do* 


$6  HYMN     XLY.  Bx.  I. 

44.  Chrift's  Dying,  Rifing  and Reigning,  Luke 
xxiii.  27,  29,  44 — 46.  Matt,  xxvii.  50,  57. 
Chap,  xxviii   6,  &c, 

1  ]LTE  di-es !  the  friend  of  finners  dies  ! 
-2- J-  Lo  Salem's  daughters  weep  around, 
A  folcmn  darknefs  veUs  the  (kies, 

A  fudden  trembling  {hakes  the  ground. 

2  Come,  faints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two, 
For  him  who  groan'd  beneath  your  load; 
He  (lied  a  thoufand  drops  fsr  you, 

A  thoufand  drops  of  richer  blood, 

3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ! 
But  lo  !  what  fudden  joys  we  fee, 
Jefus  the  dead  revives  again 

4  The  riling  God  forfakes  his  tomb! 
The  tomb  in  \'3in  forbids  his  rife  ; 
Cherubic  regions  guard  him  home, 
And  fhout  him  welcome  to  the  ikies. 

5  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  faints  and  tell, 
How  hign  our  great  deHv'rer  reigns ; 
Sing  how  he  fpoil'd  the  holts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  monfter  death  in  chains* ! 

€  Say,  "  live  for  ever,  wond'rous  king  ! 
Born  to  redeem  and  ftrong  to  fave  ;" 
Then  afkthe  monfter  Where's  thy  fling  1 
And  where's  thy  vicVry,  boafting  grave. 

4$ .  The  iaji  Judgement,  Rev.  xxi.  57—8. 

I   O  EE  where  the  great  incarnate  God 
O   Fills  a  Mtjeftic  throne, 
While  from  the  fkies  his  awful  voice 
Bears  the  laft  judgment  down. 


HYMN    XLVL  37 

%  ["  I  am  the  firft,  and  I  the  laft, 
Thro'  endlefs  years  the  fame  1 
J  AM  is  my  memorial  ftill, 
And  my  eternal  name. 

3  Such  favours  as  a  God  can  give, 

My  royal  grace  bellows  : 
Ye  thirity  foals,  come  tafte  the  ftreams 
Where  life  and  pleafure  flows.] 

4  The  faint  that  triumps  o'er  his  fins, 

I'll  own  him  for  a  fon  ; 
The  whole  creation  mall  reward 
The  conquefts  he  has  won. 

5  Bat  bloody  hands,  and  hearts  unclean, 

And  all  the  lying  race  j 
The  faiihiefs  and  the  fcoffing  crew, 
That  fpurn  at  offer'd  grace. 

6  They  ihall  be  taken  from  my  fight, 

Bound  fait  in  iron  chains, 
And  headlong  phmg'd  into  the  lake 
Where  fire  and  darknefs  reigns.'5 

7  O  may  1  (land  before  the  Lamb, 

When  earth  and  feas  are  fled  ! 
And  hear  the  judge  pronounce  my  name 
With  bleifings  on  my  head, 
%  May  I  with;  ihofe  for  ever  dwell 
Who  here  were  my  delight, 
While  iinner-sbaniih'u  down  tonell, 
No  more  offend  my  fight. 
,43,  God  glorious.  a?;d '  Sinnzrs  faved,  Rom.  k 

30.  Chip,  v.  8,  9.  1  Pet,  iii,  21. 
S  "OATHER,  how  wide  thy  glories  ihin.e 
JH     How  high  thy  wonders  ri£e  5 
-Known  thro'  the  Earth  by  thoiifand  ,C<gn§ 
By  thouiand  ihro'  lbs  fkics. 


J 


38  HYMN    XLVII.  Bk.  I. 

2  Thofe  mighty  orbs  proclaim  rhy  pow'r, 

Their  motions  fpeak  thy  fkill, 
And  on  the  wings  of  ev'ry  hour, 
We  read  thy  patience  (till. 

3  But  when  we  view  thy  grand  deflgn, 

To  fave  rebellious  worms  : 
Our  fouls  are  fill'd  with  awe  divine. 
To  fee  what  God  performs. 

4  When  finncrs  break  the  Father's  laws, 

The  dying  Son  atones, 
Oh  the  dear  myil'ries  of  his  crofs, 
The  triumph  of  his  groans  ! 

5  Now  the  full  giories  of  the  Lamb, 

Adorn  the  heav'nly  plains  ; 
Sweet  Cherubs  learn  Immanuers  name, 
And  try  their  choicest  (trains, 

6  O  may  I  bear  fome  humble  part 

In  that  in) mortal  fong  ; 
Wonder  and  joy  (hall  tune  my  heart, 
And  love  command  my  tongue. 

47.   The  hidden  life  of  a  Chriftian.  Col.  iii.  3 

Happy  foul  that  lives  on  high, 
While  men  lie  grov'ling  here, 
His  hopes  are  fix'u1  above  the  fky, 

And  faith  forbids  his  fear. 
His  conference  knows  no  fecret  flings, 

While  grace  and  joy  combine 
To  form  a  life  whole  holy  fprings, 

Are  hidden  and  divine, 
He  waits  in  fecret  on  his  God, 

His  God  in  fecret  fees  ; 
Let  earth  be  all  in  arms  abroad, 

He  dwells  m  heav'nly  peace. 


HYMN    XLVIII.  1$ 

4  His  pleafares  rife  from  things  nnfeefr. 

Beyond  this  world  and  time  ; 
Where  neither  eyes  nor  e*irs  have  been 
Nor  thoughts  of  mom's  ciimb. 

5  He  wants  no  pomp  nor  royal  throne 

To  raife  his  figure  here  ; 
Content  and  pleas'd  to  live  unknown, 
'Till  Chrift  his  life  appear. 

6  He  looks  to  heav'ns  eternal  hills, 

To  meet  that  glorious  day  ; 
Dear  Lord,  how  flow  thy  chariot  wheels 
How  long  is  thy  delay, 

48.  The  Chrijlian  race,  Ifa.  xl.  23 — 31. 

1      A   WAKE  our  fouls,  (away  our  fears, 
xJL  Letev'ry  trembling  thought  be  gone) 
Awake  and  run  the  heav'nly  race, 
And  pnt  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

z  True,  'tis  a  flrait  and  thorny  road, 
And  mortal  fpirits  tire  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 
That  feeds  the  flrength  of  ev'ry  fainf. 

3  The  mighty  God,  whofe  matchlefs  pow'r 
.  Is  ever  new,  and  ever  young, 

And  firm  endures,  while  endlefs  years 
Their  everlailing  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  fp'ing, 
Our  fouls  mall  drink  a  freih  fupply, 
While  fiich  as  truft  their  native  flrengtjb, 
Shall  melt' away,  and  droop  and  die, 

£  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 
We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode 


4.  HYMN    XLIX,  Bk.  I. 

On  wings  of  lov  o  ur  fouls  (hall  fly, 
.  Nor  tire  amid(t  the  heavenly  road. 

49.     The  works  of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb% 
Rev.  xv,  3. 

1   T  T  OW  ftrong  thine  arm  is  mighty  God, 
JL  X   Who  would  not  fear  thy  name  ! 
Jefus,  how  fweetthy  graces  are  ! 
Who  would  not  love  the  Lamb  I 

2.  He  has  done  more  than  Mofes  did, 
Our  prophet  and  our  king  ; 
From  bonds  of  hell  he  freed  our  fouls, 
And  taught  our  lips  to  fing. 

3  In  tfie  Red  Sea  by  Mofes'  hand 

The  Egyptian  hod  was  drown'd  % 
But  his  own  blood  hides  all  our  Tins, 
And  guilt  no  more  is  found. 

4  When  thro*  the  defert  Ifr'el  went, 

With  manna  they  were  fed  ; 
Our  Lord  invitf-s  us  ro  his  flefh, 
And  calls  it  livingbread. 

5  Mofes  bfheUi  the  promis'd  land, 

Yet  never  reach'd  (he  place  : 
But  C  irift  {hall  bring  his  folWw  rajiome 
To  ee  his  father's  face, 

6  Then  GV'll  our  love  and  joy  be  full, 

And  frel  a  w.rrner  flame  : 
And  fweeirr  voices  tune  the  fong, 
Of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb* 


H  Y  M  N    L.  41 

$0*  The  Song  ofZacharias,  and  the  Mffage  of 
John  the  Baptifl  or,  Light  and  Salvation  by 
Jefus  Chriit,  Luke  i.  68,  John  i.  29,  32. 

JJ^    Who  makes  his  truth  appear; 
His  mighty  hand  ful  1 1  s  his  word 
And  all  the  oaths  he  fware. 
2  Now  he  bedews  old  David's  "oot 
With  bleflings  from  the  flaes ; 
He  makes  the  branch  of  promife  grow 
The  promife  horn  arife, 
5  [John  was  the  prophet  of  the  Lord, 
To  go  before  his  face, 
The  herald  whicfe  our  Saviour  God 
Sent  to  prepare  his  ways. 
4  He  makes  the  great  falvation  known., 
He  fpeaks  of  pardon'd  fins  : 
While  grace  divine  and  heavenly  love. 
In  its  own  glory  mines. 
?  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God,  he  cries^ 
That  takes  our  guilt  away  ; 
I  faw  the  fpirit  o'er  his  head 
On  his  baptizing  day, 3 
€  Be  ev'ry  vale  exalted  high, 
Sink  ev'ry  mountain  low. 
The  proud  muft  floop,  and  humble  fouls 
Shall  his  falvation  know. 
J  The  heathen  realms  with  Ifr'el's  land, 
Shall  join  in  fweet  accord  j 
And  all  that's  barn  of  men  mail  fee 
The  glory  of  the  Lord. 
8  Behold  the  morning  dar  arife^ 
Ye  that  in  darknefs  fit  j 


4i  H  Y  N  M    LIT.  Bk.  I 

"  He  marks  the  path  that  leads  to  peace, 
"  And  guides  our  doubrM  feet, 
yj,   Prefervwg  Grace.  J  tide  24,  2j. 

1  r~W"*  O  God  the  only  wife, 

_|_      Our  Saviour  and  o<r  king, 

Let  all  the  faints  be-low  t li c  ikies, 

Their  bumble  praifes  bring. 

2  'Tis  his  almighty  iove, 
His  counfel  and. his  care, 

Preferves  us  fafe  from  fin  and  death, 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  fnare. 

3  He  will  prefent  our  fouls 
UnbleminVd  and  compleate, 

Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  Then  ail  the  chofen  feed 
Shall  meet  around  the  throne, 

Shall  blefs  the  conduct  of  his  grace, 
And  make  his  wonders  known. 

5  To  our  Redeemer  God, 
Wifdom  an,d  pow'r  belongs, 

Immortal  crowns  of  m.ijefty 

And  everlafting  fongs. 
51.  Baptifm,  Matt,  xxviii.  19.  Acls  ii.  58. 
r   "Hp' WAS  the  commiflion  of  our  Lord, 
X     "  Go  teach  the  nations  and  baptize 
The  nations  have  receiv'd  the  word 
Since  he  afcended  to  the  ikies., 

2  He  fits  upon  th'  eternal  hills, 

With  grace  and  pardon  in  his  hands, 
And  (ends  his  cov'nant  with  ihefcals, 
To  biefs  the  diftant  Britifti  lands. 

3  " Repent  and  be  biptiz\y  he  faitfil 
i(  For  the  *c million  of  vour  fins  ; 


HYMN     LIV.  45 

And  thus  our  fenfe  afUfts  onr  faith, 

And  (hews  us  what  his  gofpel  means* 
Q.  Our  fouls  he  wafhes  in  his  blood, 
I    As  water  makes  the  body  clean; 

And  the  good  fpirit  from  our  God, 

D^-fcends  like  purifying  rain. 
5  Thus  we  engage  ourfelves  to  thee, 

And  feal  our  covenant  with  the  Lord  ; 
>    O  may -the  great  eternal  three, 

In  heaven  our  folemn  vows  record  ! 
53.  The  Holy  Scriptures,  Hep.  i.  1 .   2  Tim*  iii.. 
15,  16  Pfalm  .cxlvii.  19,  20 

1  f~^  ^    J  w^10  *n  var'ous  methods. told, 
VJT  His  mind  and  will,  to  faints  of  old, 
Sent  his  own  Son  with  truth  and  grace, 
To  teach  us  in  thefe  latter  days. 

2  Oar  nation  reads  the  written  word, 
That  book  of  life,  that  fure  record  j 
The  bright  inheritance  of  heav5n, 
Is  by  the  fweet  conveyance  giv'n. 

I  God's  kindeft  thoughts  are  here  exprefs'd 
Able  to  make  us  wife  and  blefs'd  : 
The  doctrines  are  divinely  true, 
Fit  for  reproof  and  comfort  too. 

4  Ye  Chriflian  iiles,  who  read  his  love, 
In  long  epiflles  from  above, 
(He  harh  not  fent  his  facred  word 

.   To  ev'ry  land)  praife  ye  the  Lord, 
54.  Ele&itig  Love  1  or,  Saints  beloved  in  . 
ChrifL  Eph,  i.  3,  Sec. 

t    TESI/Sj  we  blcfs  thy  father's  same  ; 
J    Thy  God  'dnd  or.rs  are  bo:h  the  fame 
What  heav'nly  bi-eiiings  from  the  thv. 
(fety  dewn  to  iiniicrs  thro'  bis  Son  l 


44  HYMN     LV.  Bk.L 

2  "  Chrift  be  my  firft  Eleft."  he  faid  ; 
Thenchofe  our  fouls  in  Chrift  our  head  : 
Before  he  gave  the  mountains  Birth, 
Or  laid  foundations  for  the  earth. 

3  Thus  did  eternal  love  begin, 

To  raife  us  up  from  death  and  fin  ; 
Our  characters  were  then  decreed, 
"  Blamelefs  in  love,  a  holy  Seed." 

4  Prediftinated  to  be  fons, 

Born  by  Degrees,  but  chofe  at  once  j 

A  new  regenerated  race, 

To  praife  the  glory  of  his  grace. 

5  With  Chrift:  our  Lord  we  Jhare  our  part, 
In  the  affections  of  his  heart  ; 

Nor  (hall  our  fouls  be  thence  remov'd, 
Till  he  forgets  his  firft  belov'd. 
J  j.  Hezekiah's  Song  :  or,  Sicbiefs  and  reco< 
very.  Ifa.  xxxviii.  9.  &c. 

V  V     Our  God  deferves  the  fong  j 
We  take  the  pattern  of  our  praife. 
From  Hezekiah's  tongue. 
*  The  gates  of  the  devouring  grave, 
Are  open'd  wide  in  vain, 
If  he  that  holds  the  keys  of  death, 
Commands  them  fall  again. 

3  Pains  of  the  flefli  are  wont  t'abufe 

Our  minds  with  flavilh  Fears  j 
"  Our  days  are  paft,  and  we  (hall  lofe 
"  The  remnant  of  our  years." 

4  We  chatter  with  a  fwallow's  voice. 

Or  like  a  dove  we  mourn, 
Wi  tb  buternefsinfteadof  Joys, 
Affti&cd  and  forlorn. 


HYMN    LVIL  4* 

$  Jehovah  fpeaks  the  healing  word, 
And  no  difeafe  withfUnds  ; 
Fevers  and  plagues  obey  the  Lord, 
And  fly  at  his  commands. 
6  If  half  the  firings  in  life  fhould  break^ 
He  can  our  frame  reftore : 
He  cafts  our  fins  behind  his  back, 

And  they  are  found  no  more. 
56.  The  fong  of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb  s  or, 
Babylon  fallen.   Rev.  xv~  3,  8cc, 
1  X  X  7  £  fing  the  glories  of  thy  love, 
VV     We  found  thy  dreadful  name? 
The  chriftian  church  unites  the  fongs, 
Of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb. 
%  Great  God  /  how  wondrous  are  thy  works 
Of  vengeance  and  of  grace, 
Thou  king  of  faints  Almiglvy  Lord, 
How  juit  and  true  thy  ways. 
3;  Who  dares  refufe  to  fear  thy  Name, 
Or  worfhio  at  thy  throne! 
Thy  judgements  fpeaks  thine  holinefs, 
Thro*  all  the  nations  known. 
4  Great  babylcn  that  rules  the  earth, 
Drunk  with  the  Martyrs  blood, 
Her  crimes  (hall  fpeedily  awak* 
The  fury  of  our  God. 
$  The  cup  of  wrath  is  ready  mix'd, 
And  (he  muft  drink  the  dregs ; 
Strong  is  the  Lord,  her  fov 'reign  judge. 
And  flial  1  fulfill  the  plagues. 
57.  Original  fin  :  or  the  fir  ft  and fecond  Adam. 

Rom   v.  12,  &c.  Pf.  li   $.  Job.xiv.  4. 
I  T>  Ackward  with  humble  ihame  we  look 
JL)  On  our  original  j 


j$  HYMN    LVIII.  Bk.  I. 

How  is  our  nature  dajh'd  and  broke, 
In  our  firft  father's  fall  ! 
2  To  all  that's  good  averfe  and  blind, 
But  prone  to  all  that's  ill  ; 
What  dreadful  darknefs  vails  our  mind, 
How  obllinateour  will. 
5   [Conceiv'd  in  Cm  (O  wretched  ftate  S) 
,  Before  we  draw  our  breath  ; 
The  fir  ft  young  pnlfe  begins  to  beat, 
Iniquity  and  death. 

4  Ho>v  ftrong  in  our  degen'rate  blood 

The  old  corruption  reigns, 
And  mingling  with  the  crocked  flood, 
Wanders  thro'  all  our  veins. 

5  Wild  and  unwholefome  as  the  root. 

Will  all  the  branches  be. 
How  can  we  hope  for  living  fruit 
From  fuch  a  deadly  tree. 

6  What  mortal  power  from  things  unclean, 

Can  pure  productions  bring  f 
Who  can  command  a  viral  ftream 
From  an  infected  fpriug  I] 

7  Yet,  mighty  God  !  thy  wortd'rous  love, 

C&n  make  our  nature  clean, 
While  Chrill  and  grace  prevail  above, 
The  tempter,  death  and  fin. 
2  The  fecund  A  daw  (hall  re.it.ore, 
The  ruins  of  the- fir  It : 
Hofinna  to  that  fov  reign  pow'r, 
That  now  creates  our  dull : 
_y 8.     The  D:vil  vanquifoca-,    or,   Michael's 

war  with  the  dragon >  Rev.  xii.  7. 
I   T     ET  mortal  tongues  attempt  to  iing, 
IL4  The  warsof  heav'n  when  Michael  flood 


HYMN    LX.  47 

Chief  Gen'ral  of  th*  eternal  king, 
And  fought  the  battles  of  our  God. 

t  Againft  the  dragon  and  his  hod, 
The  armies  of  the  Lord  prevail  : 
In  vain  they  rage,  in  vain  they  boaft  : 
Their  courage  finks,  their  weapons  fail. 

$  Down  to  the  earth  was  fatan  thrown  ; 
Down  to  the  earth  his  legions  fell ; 
Then  was  the  trumph  of  triumph  blewn, 
And  Ihook  the  dreadful  deeps  of  hell. 

4  Now  is  the  hour  of  darknefs  paft, 
Chrift  has  afTum'd  his  reigning  pow'r  ; 
Behold  the  great  accufer  call, 
Down  from  the  Ikies  to  rife  no  more. 

f  'Twas  by  thy  blood  immortal  Lamb  i 
Thine  armies  trod  the  tempter  down  ; 
'Twas  by  thy  word  and  powerful  name, 
They  gain'd  the  battle  and  renown. 

6  Rejoice  ye  Heavn's  let  ev'ry  ftar, 
Shine  with  new  glory  round  the  iky  ; 
Saints  while  ye  fing  the  heav'nly  war, 
Raife  your  deliv'rers  Name  on  high. 
?9»  Babylon  fallen ,  Rev.  xviii.  20— -ai, 

1  T  N  Gabrial's  hand  a  mighty  Stone 
X   Lies*  a  fair  Type  of  Babylon  : 
"  Prophets  rejoice,  and  all  ye  faints, 

"  God  (hall  avenge  your  long  complaints." 

2  He  faid,  and  dreadful  as  he  flood, 
He  funk  the  Mill-ftone  in  the  flood  : 
"  Thus  terrible  (hall  Babel  fall, 

"  Thus,  and -no  more  be  found  at  ail.** 
60.  The  Virgin  Mary's  Song  ;  or,  the  promts' 4 

Mijfiah  bom,  Luke  L  46,  &c. 
I    /~\UR  fouls  mall  magnify  the  Lord, 
%J  la  God  the  Saviour  we  rejoice  5 
D 


jfi^  H  Y  M  N    LXI.         Book!. 

While  we  repeat  the  virgin's  fong, 
May  the  fame  fpirit  tune  our  voice  ! 

2  The  higheft  faw  her  loweftate, 

And  mighty  things  his  hand  hath  done, 
His  overfhadowing  pow'r  and  grace 
Makes  her  the  mother  of  his  Son. 

3  Let  ev'ry  nation  call  her  blefs'd, 
And  endlefs  years  prolong  her  fame. 
But  God  alone  muft  be  ador'd, 

Holy  and  reverend  is  his  name.] 

4  To  thofe  that  fear  and  triift  the  Lord, 
His  mercy  (lands  for  ever  fure  : 
From  age  to  age  his  promife  lives,. 
And  the  performance  is  fecare. 

?  He  fpeak  to  Abraham  and  his  feed,  * 

«  In  thee  (hall  all  the  earth  be  bled  ;' 

The  mem'ry  of  that  ancient  word, 

Lay  long  in  his  eternal  breaft. 
6  But  now  no  more  mall  lfr'ael  Wait, 

No  more  the  Gentiles  lie  forlorn  : 

Lo,  the  defire  of  nations  comes*, 

Behold  the  promis'd  feed  is  born  ! 
1S I .  Ch ri ft  our  High  Prie/l and K'tng^n r/Chiift 

coming  to  Judgment,  Rev.  i.  5 — 7. 
%   \TOW  to  the  Lord  that  makes  us  know 

_|/^    The  wonders  of  his  dying  love, 

Be  humble  honours  paid  below, 

And  drains  of  nobler  praife  above. 
$  'Twas  he  that  cleans'd  our  foulcft  fins, 

And  walh'd  us  in  his  richeft  blood  ; 

'Tis  he  that  makes  us  pricfts  and  king-. 

And  brings  us  rebels  near  to  God, 
%  To  Jems  cur  atoning  prieft, 

To  Jcfosow  fuperior  king;. 


HYMN    LXII,  4a 

Be  everlafting  pow'r  confefs'd, 
And  ev'ry  tongue  his  glory  ling. 

4.  Behold,  on  flying  clouds  he  comes, 
And  ev'ry  eye  mall  fee  him  move ; 
Tho'  with  our  fins  we  pierced  him  once 
Then  he  difplays  his  pard'ning  love. 

j  The  unbelieving  world  ihall  wail, 
While  we  rejoice  to  fee  the  day  : 
Come.  Lord,  nor  let  thy  promife  fail, 
Nor  let  thy  chariots  long  delay, 

62.  Chrifl;  Jefus  the  L*)nb  of  God  worjhipped 
by  all  the  Creation,  Rev*  v.  11,  13. 

1   g~*  OME  let  us  join  our  eheerf  ul  fongs 
\_/  With  angels  round  the  throne, 
Ten  thoufand  thoufand  are  their  tongues* 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 
i  «  Worthy  the  Lamb,  that  dy'd,  they  cry> 
a  To  be  exalted  thus;" 
n  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply 
il  For  he  was  flain  forus/' 
$  Jefus  is  worthy  to  receive 
Honour  an'd  power  divine  : 
And  bleflings  more  than  we  can  give,- 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  iky, 

And  air  and  earth  and  feas, 
Confpire  to  lift  thy  glories  high. 
And  fpeak  thine  endlefs  praife0 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  blefs  the  facred  name 
Of  him  that  fits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  ack>rc  the  Lamb, 


( 


p 


HYMN     LXIV.         Book  I, 


63.  Chrifis  Humiliation  and  Exaltation. 

I  *T^"7"HAT  equal  honors  fhall   we  bring 
VV  To  thee  O  Lord,  our  God  the  Lamb 

When  all  the  notes  that  angels  fmg 

Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name  ? 
x   Worthy  is  he  that  once  was  (lain, 

The  prince  of  peace  that  groaned  anddy'd. 

Worthy  to  rife,  and  live  :  and  reign 

At  his  almighty  Father's  fide. 

3  Pow'r  and  Dominion  are  his  due, 
Who  flood  condemned  at  Pilate's  bar; 
Wifdom  belongs  to  Jefus  too, 

Tho'  he  was  charg'd  with  madnefs  here. 

4  All  riches  are  his  native  right, 
Yet  he  fuftain'd  amszing  lofs  j 
To  him  afcribe  eternal  might, 
Who  left  his  weaknefs  on  the  crofs, 

f  Honour  immortal  rnuft  be  paid, 

Inftead  of  fcandal  and  of  fcorn  ; 

While  glory  mines  around  his  head, 

And  a  bright  crown  without  a  thorn. 
#  Bleflings  forever  on  the  Lamb, 

Who  bore  the  curfe  for  wretched  men  ; 

Let  angels  found  his  facred  name, 

And  ev'ry  creature  fay,  Amen. 

$4.     Adoption ,  1  John  iii.    1,  &x. 

3        TJEhold  what  wond'rous  grace 
J3  The  father  has  beftow'd 
On  finners  of  a  mortal  race, 
To  call  them  fons  of  God  ! 

a       'Tis  no  furprifing  thing, 

That  we  (hould  be  unknown  ; 


HYMN    LXV.  *i 

The  Jewifh  world  knew  not  their  kings 
God's  everlafting  Son. 
|       Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  muft  be  made, 
But  when  wc  fee  our  Saviour  hereP 
We  fhali  be  like  our  head. 
4      A  hope  fo  much  divine 
May  trials  well  endure, 
May  purge  our  fouls  from  fence  and  fm9 
As  Chrift  the  Lord  is  pure. 
f       If  in  my  father's  love 
I  (hare  a  filial  part, 
Send  down  thy  fpirii  like  a  dove 
To  reft  upon  my  heart. 
£       We  would  no  longer  lie 

kike  (laves  beneath  the  throne 
My  faith  (hall  jfbba,  Father,  cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  owa. 

6  j.  The  Kingdoms  of  the  Worlg  became  the 
Khigdo?7ij  of  the  Lord  :  or,  the  Day  of 
Judgment,  Rev,  xi,  if. 

i   "       ET  the  fevenrh  angel  found  on  high, 
JLi  Let  ihouts  be  heard  thro'  all  the  lky^ 
Kings  of  the  earth  with  glad  accord 
Give  up  your  kingdoms  to  the  Lord. 

%  Almighty  God,  thy  pow'r  adiime, 
Who  waft,  and  art,  and  art  to  come ; 
Jefus,  the  Lamb  who  once  was  (lain, 
For  ever  live,  for  ever  reign  ! 

3  The  angry  nations  fret  and  roar, 
That  they  can  (lay  the  faints  no  more  j 
On  wings  of  vengeance  flies  our  God, 
T°Pav  the  long  arrears  of  blood . 
D  % 


fi  HYMN     LXVf.  Bk.L 

4  Now  muft  the  rifing  dead  appear ; 
Now  the  decifive  fentence  hear  ; 
Nov/  the  dear  martyrs  of  the  Lord 
Receive  an  infinite  reward. 

66.      Chrifi  the  King  at  his  Tat/s,    Cant.  i» 
x  — 3— 4— 5— 12— 13— 17. 

I    T     ET  him  embrace  my  foul  and  prove 
I   j    Mj-int'rcft  in  his  heav'nly  Love  ; 
The  voict  that  tells  me,  thou  art  mine, 
Exceeds  die  bleffings  of  the  vvint. 

1  On  thee  th^anointing  Spirit  came, 
And  fpread  the  Savour  of  thy  name  ; 
That  oil  of  gladnefs  and  of  grace, 
Draws  virgins  fouls  to  meet  thy  face, 

5  Jrfus  allure  me  by  thy  charms  ! 
My  fcql  fhall  fly  into  thy  arms 

Our  wand'rmg  feet  thy  favours  bring 
To  the  fair  chambers  of  the  king. 

4  [Wonder  and  pieafjre  tune  our  voice 
To  fpeak  thy  praifes  and  our  joys  : 
Our  mem'ry  keeps  this  love  of  thine, 
Beyonnd  the  tafte  of  richeft  wine, 

J  Tho'  in  ourfelves  deform'd  we  are, 
And  black  as  kedar's  tents  appear  ; 
Yet  when  we  put  thy  beaui.es  on. 
Fair  as  the  conns  cf  Solomon. 

i  While  at  his  table  firs  the  king, 
He  lores  to  fie  us  fmile  and  ling  : 
Our  graces  are  our  beft  perfume, 
And  breathe  like  fpikenard  round  the  p^oni, 

r  As  myrrh  new  bleeding  from  the  tree 
Such  u  a  dying  Chrift  to  me  : 
And  while  he  makes  my  foul  his  giioft* 
f  hv  \)cUr.r*  Lord  Ihull  be  my  reit 


HYM  N    LXVIII;  jj 

8  [No  beams  of  cedar  or  of  fir, 

Can  with  thy  courts  on  earth  compare : 
And  here  we  wait  until  thy  love 
Kaife  us  to  nobler  feats  above.] 

67.  Seeking  the  Pa/lures  o/Chrift  the  Shepherd, 
Cant,  i,  7. 

i  r  §  ^HOU  whom  my  foul  admires  above 
X     All  earthly  joy,  and  earthly  love, 
Tell  me,  dear  fhepherd,  let  me  know, 
Where  doth  thy  fweeteft  pafture  grow  I 

2  Where  is  the  fhodow  of  that  rock, 
That  from  the  fun  defends  thy  fleck  ? 
Fain  would  I  feed  among  thy  iheep, 
Among  them  reft,  among  them  fleep. 

3  Why  fhould  thy  bride  appear  like  one 
That  turns  afidc  to  paths  unknown  ? 
My  conftant  feet  would  never  rove, 
Would  never  feek  another  love. 

4  [The  footfteps  of  thy  flock  I  fee, 
Thy  fweeteft  paftures  here  they  be  : 

A  wond'rous  feaft  thy  love  prepares,  [tean, 
Bought  with  thy  wounds,   and  groans,  and 

5  His  deareft  flefli  he  makes  my  food, 
Aud  bids  me  drink  his  richeit  blood  ; 
Here  to  thefe  hills  my  foul  will  come, 
'Till  my  beloved  lead  me  home.] 

&%*, The  banquet  of  Love,  Cant.ii.  1,2,^4,6,7., 
I    TOEHOLD  the  rofe  of  Sharon  here, 

JLJ  The liily  whichihe  vallies  bear; 
Behold  the  tree  of  life,  that  gives 
B,efrefhing  fruit  and  healing. leaves* 


r4.  HYMN    LXIX.        BookI, 

%  Amongft  the  thorns  fo  lilies  (bine, 
Amongft  wild  gourds  the  noble  vine  ; 
So  in  mine  eyes  my  Saviour  proves, 
Amidft  a  thoufand  meaner  Loves. 

5  Beneath  his  cooling  (hade  I  fat, 
To  ihield  me  from  the  burning  heat, 
Of  heav'nly  fruits  he  fpreads  a  feaft. 
To  feed  my  eyes  and  pleafe  my  tafte,     - 

4  [Kindly  he  brought  me  to  the<place 
Where  Hands  the  banquet  of  his  grace 
He  faw  me  faint  and  o'er  my  head 
The  banner  of  his  love  he  fpread. 

£  With  living  bread  and  generous  wine, 
He  cheers  this  finking  heart  of  mine  ; 
And  op'ning  his  own  heart  to  me, 
He  (hews  his  thoughts  how  kind  they  be* 

4  O  never  let  my  Lord  depart, 

Lie  down  and  red  upon  my  heart  j 
I  charge  my  fins  not  once  to  move, 
Nor  itir,  nor  wake,  nor  grieve  my  love, 

6p.  Chrifl  appearing  to  hh  Church. 

t  HF1  HE  voice  of  my  beloved  founds, 
JL     Over  the  rocks  and  riling  grounds 
OVr  hills  of  guilt,  and  feas  of  grief, 
He  leaps,  he  flies  to  my  relief., 

i.  Now,  thro'  the  vale  of  fleffc,  I  fee, 
With  eyes  of  love  he  looks  at  me  : 
Now  in  the  gofpcl's  cleareft  glafs, 
He  mews  the  beauties  of  his  face. 

I  Gently  he  draws  my  heart  along, 
Both  with  his  beauties  and  his  tongue  : 
"  Rife,  faith  my  Lord,  make  hafte  away 
u  N1?  mortal  joys  arc  wortlu  thy  ftay. 


HYMN    LXX.  Jf 

4  The  Jewifli  wintry  (hue  is  gone, 

The  mifts  are  fled,  the  fpring  comes  on, 
The  facred  turtle  dove  we  hear 
Proclaim  the  new,  the  joyful  year. 

$  Th*  immortal  vine  of  heav'nly  root, 
"  Bio/Toms  and  buds  and  gives  her  fruit/* 
Lo,  we  are  come  to  tafte  the  wine, 
Our  fouls  rejoice  and  blefs  the  vine. 

6  And  when  we  hear  our  Jefus  fay, 
"  Rife  up  my  love  make  hafte  away  !" 
Our  hearts  would  fain  out-fly  the  wind, 
And  leave  all  earthly  loves  behind, 

7o.  Chrift  inviting  and  the  Church  anfwsring 
the  Invitation,  Cant.  ii.  14,  16,  17. 

I   TJFARK  !  the  redeemer  from  on  high, 
Jr~l  Sweetly  invites  his  fav'rites  nigh  % 
From  caves  of  darkness  and  of  doubt 
He  gently  fpeaks,  and  calls  us  out. 

p  "  My  dove,  who  hideft  in  the  rock, 
Thine  heart  almoft  with  forrow  broke  ! 
Lift  up  thy  face,  forget  thy  fear, 
And  let  thy  voice  delight  mine  ear. 

3  Thy  voice  to  me  founds  ever  fweer ; 
My  graces  in  thy  count'nance  meet  ; 
Tho'  the  vain  world  thy  face  defpife, 
JTisbright  and  comely  in  mine  eyes." 

4  Dear  Lord,  our  thankful  heart  receives 
The  hope  thine  invitation  gives  : 

To  thee  our  joyful  lips  ihali  raife 
The  voice  of  prayer  and  of  praife. 
J  I  am  my  love's  and  he  is  mine  : 
Our  hearts,  our  hopes,  our  paffions  join  I 


56  HYMN     LXX1.  Book  I. 

Nor  let  a  motion,  or  a  word, 

Nor  thought  arife  to  grieve  my  Lord. 

(+  My  foul  to  paftures  far  he  leads, 
Amongft  the  lillies  where  he  feeds  ; 
Amongft  the  faints  (whofe  robes  are  white  ; 
Waili'd  in  his  blood)  is  his  delight. 

f  'Till  the  day  break,  and  (hadows  flee, 
'Till  the  fweet  dawning  light  I  fee, 
Thine  eyes  to  me  ward  often  turn, 
Nor  let  my  foul  in  darknefs  mourn, 

S  Be  like  a  hart  on  mountains  green, 
Leap  o'er  the  hills  of  fear  and  fin 
Nor  guilt,  nor  unbelief  divide, 
My  love,  my  Saviour,  from  my  fide. 

71.  Chrift  found  in  the  fired,  and  brought  ,*t 
the  Churchy  Cant,  iii,  l— 5. 

1  f^\  FTEN  I  feek  my  Lord  by  night, 

V_/    Jefas*  mv  l°vc>  niy  foul's  delight, 
With  warm  defire  and  reltlefs  thought, 
I  feek  him  oft,  but  find  him  not. 

2  Then  I  arife  and  fearch  the  flreet, 
'Till  I  my  Lord,  my  Saviour  meet; 
I  a(k  the  watchmen  of  the  night, 

<f  Where  did  you  fee  my  foul's  delight. 

3  Sometimes  I  find  him  in  my  way, 
Directed  by  a  heav'nly  ray  ; 

I  leap  for  joy  to  fee  his  face, 

And  hold  him  fait  in  my  embrace. 

4  [I  bring  him  to  my  mother's  home, 
Nor  does  my  Lord  refufe  to  come 
To  Sion's  facred  chamber,  where 
My  foul  firft  drew  the  vital  air. 


H  Y  M  N     LXXII.  ff 

I  Ke  gives  me  there  his  bleeding  heart, 
Pierc'd  for  my  fake  with  deadly  finart ; 
I  give  my  foul  to  him,  and  there, 
Oar  loves  their  mutual  tokens  {hare] 

6  I  charge  you  all,  ye  earthly  toys, 
/.ip  roach  not  to  di  i'u:  rb  my  joys  : 
Nor  fin  nor  hell  come  near  my  heart, 
■  caufe  my  Saviour  to  dcparr. 

72.  The  Corwaihn  of  Chrift,  Cant.  iiL 

l   T^  A  lighters  of  Sicn,  Come,  behold 
JL/   The  crown  of  honoar  and  of  gi 
Which  the  glad  church  with  joys  unknown 
Piac'd  on  the  head  of  Solomon. 

ft  Jefus,  thou  everlafting  king, 

Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring  : 
Accept  the  well  deferv'd  renown, 
And  wear  our  praifes  as  thy  crc/.vn, 

I  Let  ev'ry  act  of  worfhip  be 

Lilce  our  efpoufals,  Lord,  to  thee  : 
Like  the  dear  hour,  when  from  ab«ve 
We  firft  recei>*d  thy  pledge  of  love, 

4  The  gladncfs  of  that  happy  day, 
Oof  hearts  would  wifh  it  long  to  flay  : 
Nor  let  our  faith  forfake  its  hold, 
Nof  comfort  fink,  nor  love  grow  c 

5  Each  following  minute  as  it  n\es, 
Increafe  thy  praife,  improve  p  r 
Till  we  are  rais'd  to  dug  thy  name, 
At  the  great  Supper  of  the  Lamb. 

i  O  that  the  months  would  roll  away, 
And  bring  that  corronation  day 
The  king  of  grace  fhall  fill  the  throns 
Willi  all  hli  father's  gleries  on» 


58  HYMN    LXXIII,        Book  I. 

7j.  The  Church' $  Beauty  in  the  Eyes  o/Cbrift, 
Cant.  iv.  1,  4,  iz.  7, — 10. 

I   T7"  IND  is  the  fpeech  of  Chrifl  our  Lord, 
J\^  Affection  founds  in  ev'ry  word  : 
u  Lo,  thou  art  fair,  my  love  !  he  cries  : 
Not  the  young  doves  have  fweeter  eyes. 

t  [Sweet  are  thy  lips,  thy  pleafing  voice 
Salutes  mine  ear  with  facred  joys  : 
No  fpice  fo  much  delights  ihe  fmell, 
Nor  milk  nor  honey  ufte  fo  well.] 

5  Thou  art  all  fair,  my  bride,  to  me  ; 
I  will  behold  no  fpot  in  thee." 
What  mighty  wonders  love  performs, 
Aad  puts  a  comelinefs  on  worms  ! 

4  DenVd  and  loathfome  as  we  are, 
He  makes  us  white  and  calls  us  fair  ; 
Adorns  us  with  that  heav'nly  drefs, 

I  His  graces  and  his  righteoufnefs. 

f  "  My  filter,  and  my  fpoufe,"  he  cries, 
(i  Bound  to  my  heart  by  various  ties, 
Thy  powerful  love  my  heart  detains 
In  (trong  delight  and  pleafing  chains." 

i  He  calls  me  from  the  leopard's  den, 
From  this  wide  world  of  beads  and  men, 
To  Si  on  where  his  glories  arc, 
Not  Lebanon  is  half  fo  fair. 

r  Nor  d?ns  of  prey,  nor  flow'ry  plains, 
Nor  earthly  joys,  nor  earthly  pains, 
Shall  hold  my  feet,  or  force  my  flay, 
rift  invites  my  foul  away. 


HYMN     LXXIV.  f$ 

74,  The  Church  the  Garden  ofChr\R9  Cant.  iv3 
12,  14,  15,  and  v.  1, 

1  1[  7|'7"E  are  a  garden  wall'd  around, 

V  V     Chofen  and  made  peculiar  ground^ 
A  little  fpot  inclos'd  by  grace, 
Out  of  the  worlds  wide,wildernefs, 

2  Like  trees  of  myrrh  and  fpice  we  ftand 
Planted  by  God  the  Father's  hand  : 
Anal  all  his  fprings  in  Sion  flow, 

To  make  the  young  plantation  grow. 

3  Awake,  O  heavenly  wind,  and  come. 
Blow  on  this  garden  of  perfume  : 
Spirit  divine  !  defcend  and  breathe 

A  gracious  gale  on  plants  beneath. 

4  Make  our  bed  fpices  flow  abroad, 
To  entertain  our  Saviour  God, 
And  faith,  and  love,  and  joy  appear, 
And  cw'ry  grace  be  active. here. 

5  [Let  my  beloved  come  and  tafte 
His  pleafant  fruits  at  his  own  feaft  : 

Ci  I  come  my  fpoufe.  I  come/'  he  cries^ 
With  love  and  pleafure  in  his  eyes* 

6  Our  Lord  into  his  garden  comes, 

Well  pleas'd  to  Ariel]  our  poor  perfumes  •,. 
And  calls  us  to  a  feail  divine, 
Sweeter  than  honey,  milk,  or  wine. 

7  "  Eat  of  the  tree  of  live,  my  friends, 
The  bieflings  that  my  Father  fends ; 
Your  tafte  ihall  all  my  dainties  prove 
And  drink  abundance  of  my  love.'3 

S  Jefus  we  will  frequent  thy  board, 
And  fing  the  bounties  of  our  Lord  ; 
But  the  rich  food  on  which  we  live, 
Demands  more  praifc  than  tongue  can  give. 


60  HYMN     LXXV.  Bk.  I.. 

7  J.    The  Dsfcription  c/Chriit  the  Beloved,, 
Cant.  v.  9 — 1 6, 

1  r  I  *HE  wond'ring  world  inquires  to  know, 

X     Why  I  lhould  love  my  Jefus  fo  ; 
"  What  are  his  charms,"  fey  they,  "above 
The  objects  of  a  mortal's  love.'* 

2  Yes,  my  beloved  to  my  fight 

Shews  a  fwect  mixture  red  and  white  ;. 
All  human  beauties  all  divine, 
■  In  my  beloved,  meet  and  mine, 

3  White  is  his  foal,  from  blemifh  free  ;. 
Red  with  the  blood  he  fhed  forme  i 
The  faireft  of  ten  thoufand  fairs, 

A  fun  amongft  ten  thoufand  ftars. 

4  [His  head  the  fin efl  gold  excels  ; 
There  wifdom  in  perfection  dwells, 
And  glory  like  a  crowm  adorns 
Thofe  temples  once  befet  with  thorns. 

5  Companions  in  his  heart  are  found, 
Hard  by  the  fignals  of  his  wound  ; 
His  facred  fide  no  more  mall  bear 
The  cruel  fcourge,  the  piercing  fpear.] 

6  [His  hands  are  fairer  to  behold 
Than  di'monds  fe?  in  rings  of  goJd  ; 
Thofe  heav'niy  hands  that  on  the  tree, 
Were  nail'd  and  torn  and  bled  for  me. 

7,  Tho.'  once  he  bow'd  his  feeble  knees, 
Loaded  with  Jins  and  agonies, 
Now  on  the  throne  of  his  command 
His  legs  like  marble  pillars  ibnd.] 

8   [His  eyes  are  majefty  and  love, 
The  eagle  temper'd  with  the  dove  : 
No  more  (hall  irikling  forrows  roll 
Thro'  thofe  dear  windows  of  his  foul.  J 


FH  Y  M:  N     LXXVL  _  61 

$  His  mouth  that  pour'd  out  long  complaints, 
Now  fmiles  and  cheers  his  fainting  faints, 
His  countenance  more  graceful  is 
Than  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees, 
s©  All  over  glorious  is  my  Lord  ; 
Mud  be  belov'd  and  yet  ador'd  ; 
His  worth  if  all  the  nations  knew, 
Sure  the  whole  earth  would  love  him  too. 
l6.    Chriit  dwells  in  Heaven,  but  vi fits  on 
Earth,  Cant.  vi.  i,a,3, — ia. 

>T7|7*KENflrangersflandandhearmeteU 
VV  •  What  beauties  in  my  Saviour  dwell. 
Where  he  is  gone  they  fain  would  know, 
That  they  may  feek  arid  love  him  too. 

z  My  bed  beloved  keeps  his  throne, 
On  hills  of  light  in  worlds  unknown. 
But  he  defcends  and  mews  his  face 
In  the  young  gardens  of  his  grace. 

3  [in  vineyards  planted  by  his  hand, 
Where  fruitful  trees  in  order  Hand  %_ 
He  feeds  among  the  fpicy  beds, 
Where  lilies  mew  their  fpotlefs  heads. 

*  He  has  engrofs'd  my  warmed  love  ; 
No  earthly  charms  my  foul  can  move  ! 
I  have  a  manfion  in  his  heart, 
Hor  death  nor  hell  Khali  make  us  part.  J 

j  [He  takes  my  foul  ere  I'm  aware. 
And  mews  me  where  his  glories  are  : 

1  r 

No  cnariots  of  Aminadab, 
The  heav'nly  rapture  can  defcribe. 
f  O  may  my  fpirit  daily  rife, 
On  wings  of  Faith  above  the  fkies, 
?TiH  death  (hall  make  my  lad  remove? 
TTa  dwell  for  ever  with  wy  loye.] 


62.       HYMN     LXXVIII.        BookT. 
77.-    The  Love  o/Chrift  to  the  Church,  in  h'vs 


K- 


Language   to   her,   and  Provifidn  for  ht 
Cant.  vii.  $,  6,  9,  12,  13. 

NOW  in  the  gal'ries  of  bis  grace, 
Appears  the  king,  and  thus  he  fays  : 
"  How  fair  my  faints  are  in  my  light, 
My  love  !  how  pieafant  for  delight." 
Kind  is  thy  language,  fov'reign  Lord, 
There's  heav'uly  grace  in  ev'ry  word  ; 
From  that  dear  mouth  a  ftream  divine, 
Flows  fweeter  than  the  clioiceil  wine. 
Such  wond'ruus  love  awakes  the  lip, 
Of  faints  that  were  almoil  afleep, 
To  fpeak  the  praifes  of  thy  name, 
And  makes  our  cold  affections  flame*         f 
Thsfe  are  the  joys  he  lets  us  know, 
in  nelds  and  villages  below, 
Give*  us  a  reliih  oHiis  love, 
But  keeps  his  nobleit  feait  above. 
In  Faradife,  within  the  gates, 
A.;  higher  entertainment  waits  ; 

new  and  old  laid  up  in  ilore, 
.re  we  (hall  feed,  but  ihirft  no  more. 

:.    7 he  firsngth    of  Ch  rift's  Love;  and  tht 
foul's  jealo-ajy  of  her  own,  Cant.  viii.  >,  14. 

WHO  is  this  fair  One  in  diftrcfs, 
That  travels  from  the  wildernefs, 
And  prefs'd  with  forrovvs  and  with  fins, 
On  her  beloved  Lord  the  leans  ? 

s  is  the  fpoufe  of  Chriflour  God, 
Sought  with  the  treafuresof  his  blood. 
And  her  requcft  and  hjp^om plaint, 
Is  bat  the  vo:ce  oi  cvVv  hm* 


HYMN    LXXIX,  65 

£■  u  O  let  my  name  engraven  (land 
Both  on  thy  heart,  and  on  thy  hand  : 
Seal  me  upon  thine  srm,  and  wear 
That  pledge  of  love  for  ever  there, 

4  Stronger  than  death,  thy  love  is  known, 
Which  floods  of  wrath  cou'd  never  drc-wilj 
And  hell  and  earth  in  vain  combine, 

To  quench  afire  fo  much  divine, 

5  But  1  am  jealous  of  my  heart, 

Left  it  fliould  once  from  thee  depart ; 

Then  let  thy  name  be  well  imprefs'd, 

As  a  fair  fignet  on  my  bread. 
.$  Till  thou,  haft  brought  me  to  thy  home 

Where  fears  and  doubts  can  never  come, 
I   Thy  count'nance  let  me  often  fee, 
*  And  often  thou  malt  hear  from  me, 
7  Come,  my  beloved,  hafte  away, 

Cut  fhon  the  hours,  of  thy  delay 

Fly  like  a  youthful  hart  or  roe 

.Over  the  hills  where  fpiees  grow. 

79,   A Morning  .Hymn  Pf.  xix.  5,  $» 
■t  /f  1  OD  of  the  morning,  at  whofe  voic^ 
%J$  The  cheerful  Sun  makes  hafte  to  riftL 
And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice 
To  run  his  journey  thro*  the  ffcies, 
%  From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  eail 
The  circuit  of  his  race  begins, 
And  without  wearinefs  or  reft, 
Round  the  whole  earth  he  flies  and  mine.v, 
I  Oh,  like  the  fun,  may  I  fulfil 
Th*  apoinfd  duties  of  the  day, 
With  ready  mind  and  active  will       * 
liX^-ch  on  .an  cf  keep  my  heav/nly  way, 


¥  M  N     LXXX.  Bk.& 

4  [  .a  rove  and  iofc  the  race, 
I,        d,  my  fun  mould  difappear, 

A  ad  leave  me  in  this  world's  wide  maze 
To  follow  ev'ry  wand'ringftar,] 

5  Lord,  thy  commands  are  clean  and  pure* 

Enligbt'ning  our  beclouded  eyes  ; 
Thy  threat'nings  jnft,  thy  promife  fure  j 
Thy  gofpel  makes  the  fimple  wife, 

6  Give  me  thy  council  for  my  guide, 
And  then  receive  me  to  thy  blifs; 
All  my  defires  and  hopes  b'eiide 

Are  faint  and  cold  compar'd  with  this. 

So.  An  Evening  Hymn,   Pfalm  iv.  8.  and  ill* 
'$,  6   and  cxliii.  8. 

I   *Tn»HUS  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on, 

Thus  far  his  povv'r  prolongs  my  days, 
And  ev'ry  ev'ning  lriall  make  known 
Some  frefti  memorial  of  his  grace. 

a  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  wade, 
And  I  perhaps  am  near  my  home  ; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  paft, 
He  gives  me  ftrength  for  days  to  come* 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  fleep, 
Peace  is  the  pillow  of  my  head  ; 
While  well  appointed  angels  keep 
Their  watchful  ftations  round  my  bed* 

4  In  vain  the  fons  of  earth  or  hell 
Tell  me  a  thoufand  frightful  things  j 
My  God  infafety  makes  me  dwell, 
Beneath  the  (hadow  of  his  wings. 

5  [Faith  in  his  name  forbids  my  fears 
O  may  thy  prefence  ne'er  depart ! 


HYMN     LXXXIf.  6f 

And  in  the  morning  make  me  hear, 
The  love  and  kindnefs  of  thy  heart. 
%  Thus  when  the  night  of  death  mall  come, 
My  flefh.  mall  reft  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  raife  my  tomb. 
With  fweet  falvation  in  the  found.] 

8 1 ,  Afongfor  Morning  or  Evening,  Lam .  iii, 

■23.  Ifa.  xl'v.  7. 

1  ^/T  Y  God  how  endlefs  is  thy  love 
J_VJL  Thy  gifts  are  ev'ry  evening  new 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gtntly  diftil  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  fpreadft  the  curtains  of  the  nigh:, 
Great  guardian  of  my  Sleeping  hours  : 
Thy  fov'reign  word  reftores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowfy  powers, 

3  I  yield  my  pow'rs  to  thy  command, 
Tovtnee  I  confecrate  my  days ; 
Perpetual  blellings  from  thine  hand 
Demand  perpetual  fongs  of  praife. 

82,  God  far  above  all  Creatures  :  or  Man  va'th 

and  mortal,  Job.  iv.  17 — 21. 


'S 


Contend  with  their  Creator,  God  i 
Shall  mortal  worms  prefume  to  be 
More  holy,  wife,  or  jufl:  than  he  ?  . 

2  Behold  "he  puts  histrufl  in  none 
Of  all  the  fpirits  round  his  throne  \ 
Their  natures  when  com par'd  with  his, 
Are  neither  holy,  juft  nor  wile. 

%  But  how  much  meaner  things  are  they  ! 
Who  tyring  from  -duft  and  dwell  in  cla^- 


ft!  HYMN    LXXXIV.        Bk.L 

Tauch'd  by  the  finger  of  thy  wrath, 
We  faint  and  perim  like  the  moth. 

4  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
We  die  by  thoufands  in  thy  fight :    . 
Bury'd  in  dull  whole  nations  lie, 
Like  a  forgotton  vanity. 

5  Almighty  pow'r,  to  thee  we  bow  ; 
How  frail  are  we,  how  glorious  thou  ! 
No  more  the  fons  of  earth  (hall  dare, 
With  an  eternal  God  compare. 

83,  Affliftions  and  Death  under  Providence, 
job,  v.  6—8. 

1    *VTOT  from  the  duft  affliction  grows,    . 

xSj    Nor  troubles  rife  by  chance  ; 

Yet  we  are  born  to  cares  and  woes, 

A  fad  inheritance  J 
a  As  fparks  break  out  from  burning  coals 

And  dill  are  upwards  borne  ; 

So  grief  is  rooted  in  our  fouls, 

And  man  grows  up  to  mourn. 
£  Yet  with  my  God  1  leave  mycaufe, 

And  truft  his  promis'd  grace  ; 

He  rules  me  by  his  well  known  laws, 

Of  love  and  righteoufnefs. 
4  Not  all  the  pains  that  e'er  I  bore, 

Shall  fpoil  my  future  peace  : 

For  death  and  hell  can  do  no  more 

Than  what  my  Father  pleafe. 

-84,    Salvation,  Righteoufuefs  and  Strength  tfit 
Chrift,  lfa,  xiv.  35 — 1$. 

1    T  Ehovah  fpeaks,  let  Ifr'el  hear, 
J    Let  all  the  earth  rejoice  and  fear, 


H  Y  M  N    LXXXV.  6f 

While  God's  eternal  Son  proclaims, 
His  fov'reign  honours  and  his  names* 
"  I  am  the  laft,  and  I  the  firit, 
The  Saviour  God,  and  God  the  juft, 
There's  none  befide  pretend  to  {hew, 
Such  juftice  and  falvation  too. 
[Ye  that  in  ihades  of  darknefs  dwell, 
Ju(l  on  the  verge  of  death  and  hell, 
Look  up  to  me  from  diftant  lands, 
Light,  life,  and  heav'n  are  in  my  hands, 
1  by  my  holy  name  have  fworn ; 
Nor  fliall  the  word  in  vain  return, 
To  me  fhall  all  things  bend  the  knee, 
And  ewry  tongue  mail  fwear  to  me,] 
In  me  alone  mall  men  confefs, 
Lies  all  their  flrength  and  righteoufnsfs  3 
But  fuch  as  dare  defpife  my  name, 
I'll  clothe  them  with  eternal  lhame. 
In  me,  the  Lord,  fhall  all  the  feed, 
Of  Ifr'el  from  their  fins  be  freed, 
And  by  their  mining  graces  prove, 
Their  infrefl  in  my  pard'ning  lavs. 

$5.    The  Sa?ne. 
r~j"",HE  Lord  on  high  proclaims, 

JL    His  Godhead  from  his  throne  j 
if  Mercy  and  juftice  are  the  names 
By  which  I  will  be  known. 
Ye  dying  fouls  that  fit, 
In  darknefs  and  diflrefs, 
Look  from  the  borders  of  the  pit, 
To  my  recovering  grace.'3 
Sinners  (liaH  hear  the  found. 
Their  shankfel  tongues  (hall  own, 
E  i 


%8         HYMN     LXXXVI.  Bit.  It 

Our  righteoufnefs  and  ftrength  is  found, 
In  thee,  the  Lord,  alone." 

4  Inthee  fliall  lfr'el  fruft, 
And  fee  their  guilt  forgiv'n  ; 
God  Will  pronounce  the  finners  jult, 
And  take  the  faints  to  heav'n. 

S#.  »God  Holy  Juft  and  Sovereign,  Jobix.2«i0a 
I   T  T  OW  mould  the  fons  of  Adam's  race, 
X  A  Be  Pure  before  their  God  ! 
If  he  contend  in  righteoufnefs 
We  fall  beneath  his  rod. 

%  To  vindicate  my  words  and  thoughts 
I'll  make  no  more  pretence  j 
Not  one  of  all  my  fhonfand  faults 
Can  bear  a  juft  defence. 

3  Strong  is  nis  arm  his  heart  is  wife> 

What  vain  prefumers  dare 
Againft  their  maker's  hand  to  rife 
Or  tempt  th'  unequal  war  ? 

4  {^Mountains  by  his  Almighty  wrath 

From  their  old  feats  are  torn 
He  fhakes  the  earth  from  fouth  to  north, 
And  all  her  pillars  mourn. 

$  He  bids  the  fun  forbear  to  rife  ; 
T-h'  obedient  fun  forbears  ; 
His  hand  with  fackcloth  fpreads  the  fkies 
And  feals  up  all  the  ftars. 
6  He  walks  upon  the  ftormy  fea  ; 
Flies  on  the  ftormy  wind  ; 
There's  none  can  trace  the  wond'rous  way. 
Or  his  dark  footftcpsfind.] 


H  Y  M  N    LXXXVIII.  f§ 

87.  God  dwells  with  the  Humble  and  Penitent , 

Ifa,  Ivii.  x?,  16. 
%  rTHHUS  faith  the  high  and  lofty  one, 
JL     I  "  fit  upon  my  holy  throne  : 

My  name  is  God  ,•   I  dwell  on  high 

Dwell  in  my  own  eternity, 
a  Bat  I  defcend  to  worlds  below, 

On  earth  I  have  a  manfion  too  ; 

The  h amble  fpirit  and  contrite, 

Is  an  abode  of  my  delight. 

3  The  humble  foul  my  words  revive  ; 
I  bid  the  mourning  finner  live  ; 
Heal  all  the  broken  hearts  I  find, 
And  eafe  the  forrowsof  the  mind. 

4  When  I  contend  againfl:  their  fin, 

I  make  thein  know  how  vile  they've  been  ; 
Btu  mould  my  wrath  forever  fmoke, 
Their  fouls  would  fink  beneath  my  flroke 

5  O  may  thy  pard'ning  grace  be  nigh, 
Lett  we  inould  faint,  defpair  and  die  ! 
Thus  lhall  our  better  thoughts  approve, 
The  methods  of  thy  chaft'ning  love  ! 

88.   Life  the  Day  oj 'Grace  and Hope ,  Eccleil 

ix.  4,  %,  6,~io. 
1   1       IFE  is  the  time  to  ferve  the  Lord, 
I   a   The  time  t'infure  the  great  reward, 

And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 

The  vileft  fmner  may  return. 
z   [Life  is  the  hour  that  God  hath  giv'n 

To  'fcape  from  hell  and  fly  to  heav'n  ; 

The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 

Secure  the  bleffings  of  thq  day,] 
3  The  living  know  that  they  mult  die; 

•J3ttf.aU  the  dead  forgotten  lie  ; 


<o  HYMN    LXXXDC        Bk.Ii 

Their  mem'ry  and  their  fenfe  is  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

4  [Their  hatred  and  {heir  love  is  loft, 
Their  envy  bury'd  in  the  dull  ; 
They  have  no  (hare  in  all  that's  done, 
Beneath  {he  circuit  of  the  fun.] 

5  Thea  what  my  thoughts  delign  to  do, 
My  hands  with  all  your  might  purfue, 
Since  no  device  nor  work  is  found, 

t  faith  nor  hope  beneath  the  ground* 

6  There  are  no  ai5i:s  of  pardon  paft, 
.fnti'e  cold  grave  to  which  we  hafte, 
Bisi  cUrknefs,  death,  and  long  defpair, 
Reign  in  eternal  filcnce  there. 

Sjt,  Youth  and  Judgment*  Eclef.  xi.  9. 

^£  ion's  of  Adam  vain  and  young, 
Indulge  youreyes,  indulge  your  tongue 
Talle  the  delights  your  fouls  defire, 
And  give  a  ioofe  to  all  your  fire. 
he  ^Icafures  you  defign, 
d  cheer  your  hearts  with  fongs  and  wine, 
Enjoy  the  day  of  mirth     but  know, 
There  is  a  day  of  judgment  too. 

3  God  from  on  high  beholds  your  thoughts, 
H:s  hank  records  your  fecret  faults  ; 
The  works  of  darknefs  you  have  done, 
M  nil  ii-  be  fore  the  So  n . 

4  The  veng*ancc  to  yo-ur  follies  due, 
Shoul'i  (t-ikc  your  hearts  with  ierror  thro' 
How  will  ye  Oati^  before  his  Uce, 

Or  *;S'i  injur'd  grace. 

5-  A ! .  (i  irn  off  the:r  eyts, 

Frotti  tk&<  alluring  vanities  j 


HYMN    XCI.  it 

And  let  the  thunder  of  thy  word 
Awake  their  fouls  to  fear  the  Lord. 

5>o.   Thg  Sams. 
i   ""      Q,  the  young  tribes  of  Adam  rife, 
i  j  And  thro'  all  nature  rove, 
Fulfil  the  wimes  of  their  eyes, 
And  tafte  the  joys  they  love. 

2  They  give  a  loofe  to  wild  defires  ; 

But  let  the  finners  know, 
The  drift  account  that  God  require?, 
Of  all  the  works  they  do. 

3  The  Judge  prepares  his  throne  on  high, 

-The  frighted  earth  and  feas 
Avoid  the  fury  of  his  eye, 
And  flee  before  his  face, 

4  How  fliall  I  bear  that  dreadful  day, 

And  Hand  the  fiery  tefl  ? 
I'd  give  all  mortal  joys  away, 
To  be  for  ever  blcft. 

91.  Advice  to  Tmith  :  or,  Old  Age  and  Death. 
in  an  unconverted  jiate.  £def.  xii.  t.  7, 

i   VTOW  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blootf, 
XNI    Remember  your  Creator  God  % 
Behold  the  months  come  hafteiiing  on. 
When  yon  mail  fay  my  joys  are  gone. 

2  Behold  the  aged  finner  goes, 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes/ 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
With  cndlcfs  curfeson  his  head, 

5  The  dufl  returns  to  dull  again  ; 
The  foul  in  agonies  of  pain 

A  fc  e  n  d  s  1 0  Go  d ,  n  o 1 1  h  &r  e  t  o  d  vv  e  ]  \ , 
Bwt  tears  her  doom,.  aii^tihfcHo  hill\ 


7t  HYMN     XCH.  Bk.  t. 

4  Eternal  king!  I  fear  thy  name, 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am  ; 
And  when  my  foul  mud  hence  remove, 
Give  me  a  manfion  in  thy  love. 

92.  thrift  theWifdoviofGo&>'?™v*v\u.z2'3z* 

1  O  HALL  wifdom  cry  aloud, 

O    And  not  her  fpeech  be  heard  i 
The  voice  of  God's  eternal  word, 
Defer  ves  it  no  regard? 

2  "I  was  his  chief  delight, 
His  everlaftingSon 

Before  the  firfl  of  all  his  works, ' 
Creation  was  begun. 

3  Before  the  flying  clouds, 
Before  the  folid  land, 

Before  the  fields,  before  the  floods, 
I  dwelt  at  his  right  hand. 

4  When  he  adorn'd  the  fides, 
And  built  them,  I  was  there 

To  order  when  the  fun  fliould  rife. 
And  narfhal  cv'ry  liar. 

5  When  he  pour'd  out  the  fea, 
A\}*\  fpread  the  flowing  deep, 

I  give  the  flood  a  firm  decree 
In  its  own  bounds  to  keep.] 

6  Upon  the  empty  air 

The  earth  was  balanc'd  well 
With  joy  I  faw  the  manfion  where 
Tne  fons  of  men  fliould  dwell. 
'*j       My  bufy  thoughts  at  firft 
On  their  falvation  ran 
£re  fin  was  born  or  Adam's  dufl: 
Was  faiiiion'd  to  a  man. 


H  Y  M  N    xciv.  n 

I       Then  come  receive  my  grace, 
Ye  children,  and  be  wife, 
Happy  the  man  that  keeps  my  ways, 

The  man  that  muns  them  dies. 
93.    Chrift  s  or,  Wifdom  obeyed  or  rep  fled, 
Prov.  viii.  34'= — 36, 
*i   ^"T"1  BUS  faith  the  wifdom  of  the  Lord, 
X    "Blefs'd  is  the  man  that  hears  my  word 
Keeps  daily  watch  before  my  gates, 
And  at  my  feet  for  mercy  waits, 
z  The  foul  that  feeks  me  (hall  obtain 
Immortal  wealth  and  heav'nly  gain  5 
Immortal  life  is  his  reward, 
Life,  and  the  favour  of  the  Lord* 

3  Bat  the  vile  wretch  that  dies  from  me, 
Doth  his  own  foul  an  injury  ; 

Fools  that  againft  my  grace  rebel, 
Seek  death,  and  love  the  road  to  hell. 
^4,  Jupficaiion  by  Faith,  not  by >.  Works  :  of g 

The  Law  condemns , Grace  jujlifies. 
1   "f"  J'AIN  are  the  hopes  the  fons  of  men 
V     On  their  own  workihave  built ; 
Their  hearts  by  nature  all  unclean, 
And  all  their  actions  guilt, 

4  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  Mop  their  mouths* 

Without  a  murm'ring  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  Hands 
Guilty  before  the  Lord. 
3  In  vain  we  a(k  God's  righteous  law 
_To  juftifyus  now, 
Since  to  convince  and  to  condemn 
Is  ail  the  law  can  do. 


ft  HYMN    XCVT;  B*. 

4  Jefus,  how  glorious  is  thy  grace  ! 
When  in  thy  name  we  trull, 
Our  faith  receives  a  righteoufnefs, 
That  makes  the  finners  juft. 

9?.  Regeneration,  John  i.  13.  and  iii.  3,  &c 

i    ^^T^T  a^  the  outward  forms  on  earths 
XN    Nor  rites  that  God  has  giv'n, 
Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth. 
Can  raife  a  foul  toheav'n. 

1  The  lov'reign  will  of  God  alone 

Creates  us  heir's  of  grace  1 
Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
A  new  puculiar  race. 

2  The  fpirit,  like  fome  heav'niy  wind 

Blows  on  the  fons  of  flefh, 
New  models  all  the  carnal  mind, 
And  forms  the  man  afrefh. 

4  Our  quickn'd  fouls  awake  and  rife 

From  the  long  Heep  of  death  ; 

On  heav'niy  things  we  fix  our  eyes, 

And  praife  employs  our  breath. 

§  6-  Election  excludes  Bcafting  fiCox.  iv.  26-3?, 

i    T)  UT  few  among  the  carnal  wife, 
JD  But  few  of  noble  race, 
Obtain  the  favour  of  thine  eyes, 
Almighty  king  of  grace. 

5  He  takes  the  men  of  meaneft  name 

For  fons  and  heirs  of  God  : 
And  thus  he  pours  abundant  fliarn^ 
On  honourable  bk 


HYMN     XCVIJI,  75 

|  He  calls  tj^e  Fool  and  makes  him  know, 
The  royfl'ries  of  his  grace 
To  bring  afpiring  wifdom  low, 
And  all  its  pride  abafe. 
4  Nature  has  all  its  glories  loft, 

When  brought  before  his  throne, 
No  flefli  fhall  in  his  prefence  boafl, 
Bin  in  the  Lord  alone. 
97.  Chrifl  our  Wifdom,  Righlcoufnefs^c. 

1  |3  URY'D  in  fhadows  of  the  night, 
J3  We  lie  till  Chrifl  re flores  the  Light ; 
Wifdom  defcends  to  heal  the.  blind, 

And  chafe  the  darknefs  of  the  mind. 

2  Gar  gniky  fouls  are  drown'd  in  tears, 
Till  his  atoning  blood  appears 
Then  we  awake  from  deep  diftrefs, 
And  fing,  the  Lord  our  Rlghteoufnefs^ 

I  Our  very  Frame  is  mix'd  with  fin, 
Hisfpirit  makes  our  nature  clean ; 
Such  virtues  from  his  fbfT'rings  flow, 
At  once  to  cleanfe  and  pardon  too. 

4  Jefus  beholds  where  fatan  reigns, 
Binding  his  flaves  in  heavy  chains  ; 
He  fets  the  pris'ner  free,  and  breaks, 
The  iron  bondage  from  our  necks. 

5  Poor  helplefs  worms  in  theepofTefs, 

•    Grace,  wifdom,  pow'r  and  righteoufnefs, 
Thou  art  our  mighty  All,  and  we 
Give  our  whole  felves,  G  Lord,  to  thee, 
91.  The  Same.' 
I   TJ  OW  heavy  is  the  night 
il   That  hangs  upon  our  eyes, 
'Till  Chrifl  with  his  reviving  light 
Over  our  fouls  a  rife  ! 


76  HYMN    C    '  Bx.  I, 

2  Our  guilty  fpirits  dread. 

To  meet  the  wrath  of  heav'n; 
But  in  his  righteoufnefs  array'd, 
We  fee  our  fins  forgiv'n. 

3  Unholy  and  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways, 
His  hands  infected  nature  cure 
With  fandtifying  grace. 

4  The  pow'rs  of  hell  agree 
To  hold  our  fouls  in  vain  ; 

He  fets  the  fons  of  bondage  free, 
And  breaks  the  curfed  chain. 
y       Lord,  we  adore  thy  ways, 
To  bring  us  near  to  God  ; 
Thy  fov'reign  pow'r,  thy  healing  gracc> 
And  thine  atoning  blood, 

^9.  Stonesmade  children  of 'Abraham  or, grace 
not  conveyed  by  religious  parents,  Matt.  iii.  9. 

1  IT  TAIN  are  the  hopes  that  rebels  place 

V     Upon  their  birth  and  blood, 
Defcended  from  a  pious  race  ; 
(Their  fathers  now  with  God.) 

2  He  from  the  caves  of  earth  and  hell 

Can  take  the  hardeft  Hones, 
And  fill  the  honfe  of  Abra'm  well 
With  new  created  fons. 

3  Such  wond'rous  pow'r'doth  he  pofTefs, 

Who  form'd  our  mortal  frame, 
Whocall'd  the  world  from  emptinefs: 
The  world  obey'd  and  came. 

Too.   Believe  and  be  faved,  John  iii.  16— 18. 
1    T^TOT  to  condemn  the  fons  of  men, 
^N    Did  Chrift  the  Son  of  God  appear  ; 


HYMN    ClI.  if 

No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  Teen, 
No  flaming  fword,  nor  thunder  there. 

2  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 
He  lov'd  the  race  of  men  fo  well, 
He  fent  his  fon  to  bear  our  load 

Of  fins,  and  fave  our  fouls  from  h elk 

3  Sinners  believe  the  Saviour's  word, 
Truft  in  his  mighty  name,  and  live* 
A  thoufand  joys  his  lips  afford, 

His  hands  a  thoufand  blefiings  give. 

4  But  veng'ance  and  damnation  lies 
On  rebels^  who  refufe  the  grace  ; 
Who  God's  eternal  fon  defpife 
The  hotel!  hell  (hall  be  their  place. 

XOi.Jsj  in  Heave ?i  for  a  repenting  Sinner ^ 

Luke.  xv.  7—  io. 
i  XTC  7  HO  can  defcribe  the, joys  that  rife 
V  V    Thro*  all  the  courts  of  paradife* 

To  fee  a  prodigal  return 

To  fee  an  heir  of  glory  born  ? 

With  joy  the  Father  doth  approve 

/The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love  : 

The  Son  with  joy  looks  down  and  fees 

The  pnrch.ife  of  his  agonies. 

The  fpirit  takes  delight  to  view 

The  holy  foul  he  form'd  anew  ; 

And  faints  and  angels  join  to  fing 

The  growing  empire  of  their  king. 

*or.  The  Beautitudes,  Matt.  v.   3— -Ii* 
(TJLefs'd  are  the  humble  fouls  that  fe~e 
J3   Their  emptinefs  and  poverty  : 
Treafurss  of  grace  to  them  are  giv'n, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heav'a* 


73  H  Y  M  N    CUT.  Bk.1 

2  Blefs'd  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  fin  with  inwnrd  fmart, 
The  blood  of  Chrifl  Biyincly  flows, 

A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes. 

3  Blefs'd  are  the  meek,  who  fUnd  afar, 
From  rage  and  paffion,  noife  and  war  j 
God  will  fecure  their   happy  ftate, 
And  plead  their  caufe  againfl  the  great. 

4  Blefs'd  are  the  fouls  that  third  for  grace 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteoufnefs  : 
They  {halt  he  well  fnpply'd  and  fed, 
With  living  ftreams  and  living  bread. 

5  Blefs'd  are  the  men  wliofe  bowels  move, 
And  melt  with  fympathy  and  love; 

.  From  Chrill  the  Lord,  (hall  they  obtain 

Like  fmypathy  and  love  again, 
■6  Blefs'd  are  the  pure  whofe  hands  are  cleas 

From  the  defiling  pow'r  of  fin  ; 

With  endlefs  pleafure  they  mail  fee 

A  God  of  fpotlefs  purity. 
7  Blefs'd  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 

\V  ho  quench  the  coals  of  growing  ftrife  ; 

They  mall  be  call'd  ;he  heirs  of  blifs, 

The  fons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace. 
'%  Blefs'd  are  the  fuff'rers  who  partake 

Of  pain  and  (hame  for  Jefus'  fake  ; 

Their  fouls  (hall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 

Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward.] 

103.  Not  aJharveJofthe'Gofpely  iTim.i.  is 

2.   T  'M  not  afham'd  to  own  my  Lord, 

l    Or  to  defend  his  caufe, 
Maintain  the  honour  of  his  word, 
The  giory  of  his  crofs. 


HYMN    CV.  .     7$ 

|  Jef.is,  my  God  !  I  know  his  name,     • 
His  name  is  all  my  truft ; 
Nor  will  be  put  my  foul  to  {hame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  loft. 
j  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promifc  Hands,. 
And  he  can  well  fecure 
What  I've  committed  to  his  hands 
Till  the  decifive  hour. 
$  Then  will  he  own  my  worthlefs  name 
Before  his  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  new  Jernfalem 
Appoint  my  foul  a  place. 

104..   Ajlate  of  Nature  and  of  6  race y 
1  Cor.  vi.   10,   11, 

%  "^.TOT  tne  malicious  or  profane,, 
jj^j    The  wanton  or  the  proud , 
Nor  thieves,,  nor  fland'rers  ftiall  obtain 
The  kingdom  of  our  Cot). 
2l  Surprifing  grace  !  And  fach  were  w«« 
By  nature  and  by  (in, 
Heirs  of  immortal  Mifery, 
Unholy  and  unclean, 
I  But  we  are  waih'd  in  Jefus'  blood, 
We're  pardon'd  through  his  name  : 
And  the  good  fpiritof  our  God 
Has  fanclify'd  our  frame. 
4  O  tor  aperfevering  pow'r 

To  keep  thy  jnft  commands  ! 
We  would  deiiie  our  hearts  no  more, 
No  more  pollute  our  hands. 

sef.   Heaven  invifible  andholy,  1  Cor.  ii,  9,1  o> 

ifp^y  Oft  eye  hath  feen,  ncr  ear  hath  heard  7.. 

hor  fenle/ncr  recUbn  kSo^y'n^ 


5©  HYMN    CVT.  Bk.  h 

What  joys  the  father  has  prepar'd 
For  thofe  that  love  the  fon. 

2  But  the  good  fpirit  of  the  Lord 

Reveals  a  heav'n  to  come  ; 

The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word, 

Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  fky. 

And  all  the  region  peace  j 

No  wanton  lips,  or  envious  eye 

Can  fee  or  tafle  the  blifs. 

4  Thofe  holy  gates  for  ever  bar 

Polution,  fin  and  (hame  : 
None  fhall  obtain  admittance  there 
But  follow'rs  of  the  lamb, 

5  He  keeps  the  father's  book  of  lift, 

There  all  their  names  are  found  5 
The  hypocrite  in  vain  ihall  flrive 
To  tread  the  heav'nly  ground. 

106.     Dead  to  fin  by  the  Crbfs  of  Chrifr, 
Rom.   vi.  1,  2 — 5. 
1   O  HALL  we  go  on  to  fin 
1^5  Becaufe  thy  grace  abounds, 
Or  crucify  the  Lord  again, 
And  open  all  his  wounds  ? 
3  Forbid  it,  mighty  God  ! , 
Nor  let  it  e'er  be  laid, 
That  we  whofe  fins  are  crucify'd, 
Should  raife  them  from  the  dead, 
3  We  will  be  flaves  no  more, 

Since  Chrift  has  made  us  free, 
lias  nail'd  our  tyrants  to  his  crofs^ 
And  bought  our  liberty. 


HYMN    CVUh  8* 

>77.  The  Fall  and  Recovery    of Mail  „•    or, 
Chrilt  and  Satan  at  Enmity,  Gen.  iii,  I,  &co 

1  TTV  Eceiv'd  by  fubtle  Snares  of  Hell, 
I  3  Adam  our  Head,  our  Father  fell, 

When  Satan  in  the  ferpent  hid, 
Propos'd  the  Fruit  that  God  forbid. 

2  Death  was  the  threat'ning,  Death  begat* 
To  take  poiTcftion  of  the  Man  ; 

His  unborn  race  receiv'd  the  Wound, 
And  heavy  curfes  fmote  the  Ground.. 

3  But  Satan  found  a  vvorfe  Reward  ; 
Thus  faith  the  Veng'ance  of  the  Lord, 
"  Let  everlafting  hatred  be 

"  Betwixt  the  woman's  (ted  and  thee. 

4  <(  The  woman's  feed  (hall  be  my  fon  ; 

i(  He  mail  deftroy  what  thou  hail  done  j 
"  Shall  break  thy  head,  and  only  feel 
"  Thy  malice  raging  at  his  heel." 

5  [He  fpake  ;  and  bid  four  thoufand  years 
Roll  on  ; — at  length  his  fon  appears  ; 
Angels  with  joy  defcend  to  earth, 

And  ling  the  young  redeemer's  birth. 

6  Lo,  by  the  fons  of  hell  he  dies  -, 

But  as  he  hung  'twixt  earth  and  fkies, 
He  gave  their  prince  a  fatal  blow, 
And  triumph'd  o'er  the  pow'rs  below.] 

toS.    Chrifl  unfeen  and  beloved,    1  Pet.  i,  M 
1   T^TOT  with  our  mortal  eyes, 
X^    Have  we  beheld  the  Lord, 
Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  his  name, 

And  love  him  in  his  word. 
On  earth  we  want  the  fight      ? 
Of  our  Redeemer's  face# 


Sa  HYMN    CX.  Bk.I. 

Ycr,  Lord,  ourinmoft  thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  thy  grace. 
4  And  when  we  talte  thy  Love, 
Oar  joys  divinely  grow 
Unfpeakable,  like  thofe  abore, 
And  heav'nbegins  below. 
109b    The  Value  of  Chrift  and  his  Rightsouf- 
nefsy  Phil,  iii.   7—9. 

1  TVTO  more,  my  God1,  I  boaft  no  more 
JL^    Oi  all  the  duties  I  have  done  ; 

I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  truft  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Now  for  the  love  1  bear  his  name, 
What  was  my  gain  I  count  my  lofs  ; 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  fhame, 

.    And  nail  my  glory  to  his  crofs. 

3  Yes,  and  I  mufl  and  will  efteem 
All  things  but  lofs  for  Jefus'  fake  : 
O  may  my  foul  be  found  in  him, 
And  of  his  righteoufnefs  partake  ! 

4,  The  beft  obedience  of  my  hands, 
Dires  not  appear  before  thy  throne  ; 
But  faith  can  anfwer  thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 
iro.  Death  and  immediate  Glory, 
z  Cor.  v.  1 — 5—8. 
1   nr^Here  is  a  houfe  not  made  with  hands, 
JL     Eternal  and  onhigh, 
And  here  rav  Spirit  waiting  ftands, 
Till  God  mall  bid  it  fly . 
2,  Shortly  this  prifon  of  my  clay 
Mw(l  be  dsflbW-d  and  fall; 
Then,  O  my  foul  with  joy  obey 
Thy  heav'nly  father's  call. 


HYMN    €XI. 
§  'Tis  He  by  his  almighty  grace, 
That  forms  thee  fit  for  heav'n  j 
And  as  an  earned  of  the  place, 
4  Has  his  own  fpirit  giv'n. 

4  "We  walk  by  faith  and  joys  to  come  5 

Faith  lives  upon  his  word  ; 
But  while  the  body  is  our -home 
We're  abfent  from  our  Lord. 

5  'Tis  pleafant  to  believe  thy  grace, 

But  we  had  rather  fee  ; 
We  would  be  abfent  from  the  flefh, 

And  prefent,  Lord,  with  thee, 
III.    Solvation  by  Grace,  Titus  iii.   3 — 7. 
I   [  T"     ORD,  we  confefs our  num'rous faults 

1  j  How  great  our  guilt  has  been  ; 
Foolifh  and  vain  were  all  our  thoughts 

And  all  our  lives  were  fin. 
1  But,  O  my  foul,  for  ever  praife, 

For  eyer  love  his  name, 
Who  turns  thy  feet  from  dang'rous  wavs 

Of  folly,  fin  and  fhame.] 
.3  ['Tis  not  by  works  of  righeoufnefs 

Which  our  own  hands  have  done  ; 
But  we  are  fav'd  by  fov'reign  grace 

Abounding  through  his  fon. 
'Tis  from  the  mercy  of  our  God 

That  all  our  hopes  begin  ; 
'Tis  by  the  water  and  the  bipod 

Our  fouls  are  waili'd  from  fin. 
'Tis  through  the  purcbafe  of  his  death, 

Who  hung  upon  the  tree, 
The  fpirit  is  fen  t  down  to  breathe 

On  fuch  dry  bones  as  we. 
F 


84  HYMN    GXIII.        Bk,  U 

6  Rais'd  from  the  dead  we  live  anew  ; 

And  juftify'd  by  grace, 
We  (hall  appear  in  glory  too, 

And  fee  our  father's  face. 

H2.   The  Brazen  ferpent,  Johniii.   14*— 161 

1  OO  did  the  hebrew  prophet  raife       / 
O   The  brazen  ferpent  high  ; 

The  wounded  felt  immediate  eafe, 
The  camp  forbore  to  die, 

2  «  Look  upward  in  the  dying  hour, 

<<  And  live,"  the  prophet  cries  ; 
But  Chrifl:  performs  a  nobler  cure, 
When  faith  lifts  iVp  her  eyes. 

3  High  on  the  crofs  the  faviour  hung, 

High  in  the  heav'ns  he  reigns  : 
Here  Tinners  by  th'  old  ferpent  ftung 
Look,  and  forget  their  pains. 

4  When  God's  own  Son  is  lifted  up, 

A  dying  world  revives  : 
The  jew  beholds  the  glorious  hope, 
The  expiring  Gentile  lives. 

1 1 3.  Abraham's  blejfuig  on  the  Gentiles,  Gen. 
xvii.  6.  Rom.  xv.  3.  Mark  x,  14. 

1  TjfOW  large  the  promife  !  how  divine* 
jTX  To  Abra'm  and  his  feed  ! 

"   HI  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 
"  Supplying  all  their  need." 

2  The  words  of  his  extcnfive  love 

From  age  to  age  endure  ; 
The  angel  of  the  cov'nant  proves. 
And  feals  the  bleffing  fare. 

3  Jefos  the  ancient  faith  confirm's; 

To  our  great  father's  giv'n  ; 


HYMN    CXV.  85 

He  takes  young  children  to  his  arms, 
And  call's  them  heirs  of  heav'n 
4  Oar  God,  how  faithful  are  his  ways ! 
His  love  endures  the  fame, 
Nor  from  the  promife  of  his  grace 
Blots  out  hischildrens  name, 

114.  The  fame,  Rom.  xi.  16,  1  7/ 

I   f^  Entiles  by  nature,  we  belong     • 
V_X  To  the  wild  olive-wood, 
Grace  takes  us  fzom  the  barren  tree, 
And  grafts  us  in  the  good. 
%  With  the  fame  bleffings  grace  endows 
The  gentile  and  the  jew, 
If  pure  and  holy  be  the  root, 
Such  are  the  branches  too. 
I  Then  let  the  children  of  the  faints 
Be  dedicate  to  God  j 
Pour  out  thy  fpirit  on  them,  Lord  ! 
And  waih  them  in  thy  blood, 
4  Thus  to  the  parents  and  their  feed.  ■ 
Shall  thy  falvation  come, 
And  nnm'rous  houfholdsmeet  at  lafi 
In  one  eternal  home, 

11  j.  ConviCtton  of  Sin  bj  the  Law? 
Rom,  vii.  3—^— -14— 14 

I  T*    ORp,  how  fecure  my  confeience  wa$ 
t   1   And  felt  no  inward  dread  I 
I  was  alive  without  the  Law 
And  thought  my  fins  were  dead. 
%  My  hopes  of  heav'n  were  firm  and  bright-^ 
But  fmce  the  precept  came 
■tyyith  a  convincing  pow'r  and  lighr^ 
I  find  how  vile  I  am. 


. 


85  HYMN    CXVI.  Bk 

3  [  My  guilt  appear'd  but  fmall  hefore, 

Till  terribly  I  faw 
How  perfect  holy,  juft  and  'pure, 
vVas  thine  eternal  law, 

4  Then  felt  my  foul  the  heavy  load, 

My  fins  reviv'd  again  ; 
J  had  provok'd  a  dreadful  God, 
And  all  my  hopes  were  (lain. 
$  I'm  like  a  helplefs  Captive  fold 
Under  the  povv'r  of  fin  ; 

I  cannot  do  the  good  I  would 

Nor  keep  my  cdnfciencc  clean* 
6  My  God,  I  cry  with  ev'ry  breath, 
For  force  kind  pow'r  to  fave, 
To  brake  the  yoke  of  fin  and  death, 

And  thus  redeem  the  flave. 
1 1 6.    Love  to  God  and  our  Neighbour , 
Matt.  xxii.  37 — 40. 

THUS  faith  the  great  the  firft command 
"  Let  all  thy  inward  pow/rs  unite 
"  To  love  thy  maker  and  thy  God, 
*<  With  utmoft:  vigour  and  delight, 
z  "  Then  mall  my  neighbour  next  in  place 
"  Share  thine  affections  and  efteem  ; 
il  And  let  thykindnefs  to  thyfelf 

II  Meafure  and  rule  thy  love  to  him." 
J  This  is  the  fenfe  that  Mofes  fpoke, 

This  did  the  prophets  preach  and  prove  j 
For  want  of  this  the  law  is  broke, 
And  the  whole  law's  fulfill'd  by  love. 
4  But  oh  !  how  bafe  our  paflions  are  I 
How  cold  our  charity  and  zeal  ! 
Lord  fill  our  fouls  with  heav'nly  fire, 
Or  v/e  (lull    ne'er  perform  thy  will 


HYMN    CXVII,  87 

1 17.  EU  ft  ion'fov  reign  and  free,  Rom.ix.  21,14. 

1  [  TJ  Ehold  the  potter  and  the  clay, 

£j  He  forms  his  vefTels  as  hedrieafe  j 
Such  is  our  God  and  fuch  are  we^ 
The  fubj e^fls  of  his  high  decrees. 

2  Doth  not  the  workman's  pow'r  extend 
O'er  all  the  mafs,  which  part  to  choofe 
And  mould  it  for  a  nobler  end, 

And  which  to  leave  for  viler  Ufe  ? 

3  May  not  the  fov'reign  Lord  on  high 
Difpence  his  favours  as  he  will  ? 
Chofe  fome  to  life  while  other's  die, 
And  yet  be  juft  and  gracious  (till  ? 

4  [What,  if  to  make  his  terror  known. 
He  lets  his  patience  long  endure, 
Suffering  vile  rebels  to  go  on 

And  feal  their  own  deftru&ion  fure  ? 
.5  What  if  lie  means  to  fhcw  his  grace, 
And  his  electing  love.employs 
To  mark  out  fom£  of  mortal  race 
And  form  them  fit  for  heavenly  JoyslJ 

6  Shall  man  reply  againft  the  Lord, 
And  call  his  maker's  ways unj ail. 
The  thunder  of  whofe  dreadful  word, 
Can  crufh  a  thoufand  worlds  to  duft  I 

7  But  O  my  foul,  if  truth  jfo  bright 
Should  dazzle  and  confound  thy  fight, 
Yet  flill  his  written  Will  obey  . 

And  wait  the  great  decifive  day. 
£  Then  mall  he  makehis  juftice  known, 
And  the  whole  world  before  his  thro&e^ 
Writh  joy  or  terror  Ihall  confefs. 
The  gtory  of  his  ri  ghceoiif&efs, 
Fa 


S3  H  YN  M    CXIX.         Bk.  L 

,H  8.   Mofes  and  Chrifl  :  or,  Sins  againjlthh 
Law  and  Go/pel,  John  i.  17.  Heb.  iii. 
3 — $<<f6'  and  x,  28 — 29. 

1  >'TpHE  law  by  Mofes  came, 

X      But  peace  and  truth  and  love 
We,r    brought  by  Chrifl  a  nobler  name 
Defcenciing  from  above, 

2  Amidit  the  houfe  of  God 

Their  difPrent  works  were  done  3 
Mofes  a  faithful  fervaru  flood, 
But  Chrifl  a  faithful  tea. 

3  Then  to  his  new  commands 
Be  ftrift  obedience  paid, 

O'er  all  his  father's  houfe  he  (landi 
The  fov'reign  and  the  head^ 

4  The  man  that  durft  defpife 
The  law  that  Mofes  brought, 

Behold  !  how  terrible  be  dies> 
For  his  prefumptuous  Fault. 

5  But  forer  veng'ance  fall 
On  the  rebellious  race, 

Who  hate  to  hear  when  Jefus  calls-, 
And  dare  reiitt  his  grace. 

lip.  The  different  fuccefs  of  the  Gofpet, 
1  Cor.  i.  23,  24.  2  Cor.  ii,  10,  &c. 

CHRIST  and  his  crofs  is  all  our  theme; 
The  myft'ries  that  we  fpeak 
Are  Scandal  inthe  jews  efteem, 
And  folly  to  the  greek. 
%  But  (auls  enUghtcn'd  from  above 
Willi  joy  receive  the  word  ;' 
They  fee  what  wifdom,  pow'r  and  !  > 
Si.ines  in  their  dying  Lord. 


Hymn  cxxi.  t 

I  The  vital  Savour  of  his  name 

Reftores  their  fainting  breath  ; 
But  unbelief  prevents  the  fame 

To  guilt  defpair  and  death. 
Till  God  diffufe  his  graces  down, 

Like  fhow'rs  of  heav'nly  rain. 
In  vain  Apollos  fows  the  ground, 

And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 

120.     Faith  of  Things  unfeen,  Heb,  xl„ 
i  —  3 — 8 — io. 
i    TH*  AITH  is  the  brighteft  evidence 
JC     Of  things  beyond  our  fight,. 
Breaks  thro*  the  clouds  of  fleih  and  fenfe 
And  dwells  in  heav'n4y  light 
k  It  fets  times  pad  in  prefent  view, 
Brings  diftant  profpects  home, 
Of  things  ten  thoufand  years  ago> 
Or  thoufand  years  to  come. 
3  By  faith  we  know  the  worlds  were  mads 
By  God's  Almighty  word  ;  .  ^ 

Abra'm  to  unknown  countries  led, 
By  faith  obey'd  the  Lord. 
-4  He  fought  a  city  fair  and  high^ 
Built  by  th'eternal  hands  ; 
And  faith  allures  us  tho'  we  die> 
-  That  heav'nly  building  (lands, 

I2i.     Children  devoted   to  God,  Gen.  xvii, 
7 — io  Acts  xvi.    14 — 1 5-- — ^3. 
(For  thofewho  pra&ice  infant  Baptif?u.) 
I   r  pHUS  faith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 
1     «  I'll  be  a  God  to  thee  ; 
<<  I'll  blefs  thy  num'rous  Race,  and  they 
P  Shall  be  a  feed  for  me." 


30  HYMN     CXXIII.        Bk.  t 

%  Abram  believ'd  the  promis'd  grace, 
And  gave  bis  fons  to  God  ; 
But  water  feals  the  Bleffing  now, 
That  once  was  feal'd  with  bloods 
$  Thus  Lydia  fanftify'd  her  houfe, 
When  flie  receiv'd  the  word  ; 
Thus  the  believing  jailor  gave 
His  houfhold  to  the  Lord, 
4  Thus  later  faints,  eternal  king  ! 
Thine  ancient  truths  embrace 
To  thee  their  infant  offspring  bring. 
And  humbly  claim  the  grace, 

12 2..  Believers buried 'with  Chrifl  in  Bapiifm 
Rom.  vi.  3,  &c, 

%   THV  O  we  not  know  that  folemn  word, 
JL/   That  we  are  bury'd  with  the  Lord  j 
iJ.iptiz'd  into  his  death  and  then 
Pu:  off  the  body  of  our  fin. 

2  Our  fouls  receive  diviner  breath, 
Rais'd  from  corruption,  guilt  and  death  ; 
So  from  the  grave  did  Chrifl  arife, 
Aud  lives  to  God  above  the  fkies. 

No  more  let  fin  nor  fatan  reign 
Over  our  mortal  flefli  again  ; 
The  various  iufts  we  ferv'd  before, 
Shall  have  dominion  now  no  more. 

3  23.   The  repenting  Prodigal,  Luke xv.  1 3,&C. 


B 


Has  waited  his  cftate  ; 
He  begs  a  lhare  amongft  the  fwuie, 

To  tafle  the  huiks  rhey  eat ! 
u  I  die  with  hunger  here/'  he  cries  j 

f*  I  ftarye  in.  foreign  lands  ; 


HYMN     CXXIV.  gi 

%  My  father's  honfe  has  large  fupplies, 
*f  And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 

3  '"  I'll  go  and  with  a  mournful  tongue 

"  Fall  down  before  his  face  ; 
"  Father  I've  done  thy  juflice  wrong, 

<(  Nor  can  deferVe  thy  grace." 

4  He  faid  and  haften'd  to  his  home 

To  leek  his  Father's  love  ; 

The  Father  law  the  rebel  come. 

And  all  his  bowels  move  : 

y  He  ran  and  fell  upon  his  neck, 
Embrac'd  and  kifs'd  his  fon  ;    , 
The  rebel's  heart  with  forrow  brake, 
For  follies  he  had  dotife. 

i  u  Take  offhis  clothes  of  ihame  and  fin, 
(The  Father  gives  command) 
"  Drefs  him  in  garments  white  and  clear^ 
"  With  rings  adorn  his  hand. 

)  u  A  day  of  feafting  I  ordain  ; 
*'  Let  mirth  and  joy  abound  ; 
t(  My  fon  was  dead  and  lives  again, 
"  Was  loit>  and  now  is  found." 

[24  The  fir ft  and fecond Adam,  Rom.  v.  22,  &C4 

1    T"^kEP  in  the  dufl  before  thy  throne, 
ft  3   Our  guilt  and  our  difgrace  we  own  j 
Great  God  !  we  own  th'unhappy  name, 
Whence  fprun-g  our  nature  and  our  ihame* 

I   Adam  the  finner  :  At  his  fall, 
Deathlike  a  conqu'ror,  feiz'd  us  all  ; 
A  thoufand  new-born  babes  are  dead^ 
By  fatal  union  to  their  head* 


o:.  HYMN    CXXV.  Bk.1^ 

3  But  whilft  our  fpirits  fill'd  with  awe, 
Behold  the  terrors  of  thy  law, 

We  Ting  the  honours  cf  thy  grace. 
That  fent  to  faye  our  ruin'd  race. 

4  We  fing  thine  everlafHng  Ton, 
Whojoin'd  our  nature  to  his  own  ; 
Adam  the  fecond,  from  theduft 
Raifes  the  ruin's  of  the  firft. 

5  [By  the  rebellion  of  one  man, 
Thro'  all  his  feed  the  mifchief  ran; 
And  by  one  man's  obedience  now 
Are  all  his  feed  made  righteous  too. 

6  Where  fin  did  reign  and  death  abound, 
There  have  the  fons  of  Adam  found 
Abounding  life  :  there  glorious  grace 
Reigns  thro*  the  Lord  of  righteoufnefs. 

125.     Chrifl's  Co7?ipa£ion  to  the  Weak  and 
Tempted,  Heb.  iv.  1? ,  16.  and  v.  7. 

1  "T^TITH  joy  me  meditate  the  grace 

VV     Of  our  high  prieft  above  ; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tendernefs 
His  bowels  melt  with  love. 

2  Touch* d  with  a  Sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame; 
He  knows  what  fore  Temptations  mean, 
For  he  has  felt  the  fame. 

3  But  fpotlefs,  innocent  and  pure, 

The  great  Redeemer  flood, 
While  Satan's  fiery  Darts  he  bore, 
And  did  refift  to  blood. 

4  Ke  in  the  the  Days  of  feeble  flefh 

Pour'd  cut  his  cries  and  tears ; 


H  Y  M  N    CXXVII.  $>$ 

And  in  a  meafure  feels  afre/h 

What  ev'ry  member  bears. 
5:  [He'll  never  quench  the  fmoaking  flax, 

But  raife  it  to  a  flame  ; 
The  brnifed  reed  he  never  breaks  ; 

Nor  fcorns  the  meaneft  name, 
6  Then  let  our  humble  faith  addrefs 

His  mercy  and  his  pow'r 
We  fhall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 

In  the  diftrefiing  hour, 

12.6,  Charity  and  Unekaritablenefs,  Rom.xiVo 

17,  19.  1  Cor.  x.  32. 

1   T^YOT  d  liferent  food  nor  different  diefs, 
JL^   Compofe  the  kingdom  of  onr  Lord  \ 
But  peace  and  joy  and  righteoufnefs, 
Faith  and  obedience  to  his  word, 

2.  When  weaker  chriftians  we  defpife, 
We  do  the  gofpel  mighty  wrong  % 
For  God  the  gracious  and  the  wife. 
Receives  the  feeble  with  the  ilrong, 

I  Let  pride  and  wrath  be  baniih'd  hme&j 
Meeknefs  and  love  our  fouls  purfne  ; 
Nor  mail  our  practice  give  oiience 
To  faints,  the  gentile  or  the  jew. 

1 2. 7.  Chrift's  invitation  to  Sinners  :  or,  Hu- 
mility and  Pridg,  Matt.  xi.  28—30. 

1   «  g^i OME  hither,  all  ye  weary  fouls,      ■ 
%^y   <(  Ye  heavy  laden  finners  come  : 
"  I'll  give  you  reft  from  all  your  roils, 
<e  And  raife  you  to  my  heav'nly  home. 

h  (i  They  mail  find  reft  that  learn  of  me  j 
((  I'm  of  ameek  and  lowly  mind  \ 


94  HYMN    CXXVIII.     Bk.  I 

"  But  paffion  rages  like  the  fea, 
€€  And  pride  is  refllefs  as  the  wind, 

3  "  Blefs'd  is  the  man  whofe  moulders  take 
ft.  My  yoke  and  bear  it  with  delight  ; 
"  My  yoke  is  eafy  to  his  neck, 
"  My  graee  (hall  make  the  burden  light.'' 

4  Jefus,  we  come  at  thy  command  ; 
With  faith  and  hope  and  humble  zeal, 
Refign  our  fpirits  -to  thy  hand, 

To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 

I28   The   Ap <o file icommiffi 'on  :  or,  The  Cofpei 

attended  by  Miracles,  Mark  xvi.    15,  &c. 

Matt,  xxviii.   18,  &c, 

l  "/""I  O  preach  my  gofpel."  faith  the  Lord; 
V_JT  "  Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  re- 
ceive ; 
"  He  (hall  be  fav'd  that  trnfts  my  word  : 
"  He  mall  be  damn'd  that  wont  believe 

-a  "  I'll  make  your  great  commllEon  known, 
(i  And  ye  (hall  prove  my  gofpel  true, 
<(  By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 
«*  By  all  the  wonders  yeihall  do. 

3  "  -Go  heal  the  fick,  go  raife  tl^e  dead, 
ei  Go  caftout  devils  in  my  name  ; 
<c  Nor  let  my  prophets  be  afraid,   [pheine. 
ir  Tho'  Greeks  reproach   and   Jews  blaf- 

a  t(  Teach  all  the  nations  my  command  ; 
u  I'm  with  you"  till  the  world  fn all  end  ; 
"  All  pow'r  is  trufted  in  my  hands, 
"  I  can  deftroy,  and  I  defend." 

5  He  fpake  and  light  (hone  round  his  head  ; 
On  a  bright  cloud  toheav'n  he  rode 
They  to  the  fartheft  nations  fpread 

The  grace  of  their  afcending  God, 


HYMN    CXXX.  95 

12$  Submiffion  and  Deliverance  ;  or  Abraham* 
offering  his  fen,  Gen.  xxii.  6,  &c, 

1  Aims  at  your  heav'nly  father's  word 

Give  up  your  comforts  to  the  Lord  j 
He  {hall  reftare  what  you  refign, 
Or  grant  you  Wefiings  more  divine. 

2  SoAbra'm  with  obedient  hand 

Led  forth  his  fon  at  God's  command  i 
The  wood,  the  fire,  the  knife  he  tcok> 
His  arm  prepaid  the  dreadful  ilroke. 

3  «  Abra'm  forbear."  the  angel  cry'd 

"  Thy  faith  is  known,  thy  love  is  try'd 
"  Thy  fon  mail  live  and  in  thy  iteA 
"  Shall  the  whole  earth  be  bled  indeed. s> 
'4  Juft  in  the  Jail  diftreiling  hour 

The  Lord  difplay'd  deliv'ring  pow'r  ; 
The  mount  of  danger  is  the  place 
Where  we  (hall  fee  furpriiing  grace. 

130  Love   and  hatred,  Phil,  ii.  2,  Eph.  iy; 
30,    &c. 

1  TWTOW  by  the  bowels  of  my  God, 
J/^j    His  marp  diftrefs  his  fore  complain*^ 
By  his  lait  groans,  his  dying  blood, 
I  charge  my  foul  to  love  the  faints, 

2,  Clamour  ami  wrath  and  war  begone, 
Envy  and  fpite  forever  ceafe  ; 
Let  bitter  words  no  more  be  known 
Amongit  the  faints,  the  fons  of  peace 

3  The  fpirit  like  a  peaceful  dove, 

Flies  from  the  realms  of  noife  and  ftrife. 
Why  mould  we  vex  and  grieve  his  love 
Whv  ieaU  our  fouls  to  heay'nly  life  ? 
G 


$€  HYMN    CXXXII.        Bk.  I. 

4  Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  thoughts  ; 
Thro'  all  oar  lives  let  mercy  run  ; 
So  God  forgives  our  num'rous  faults, 
For  the  dear  fake  oTChrilt  his  fon, 

131  The  Pharifee  and  Publican,  Luke  xvii.  10 

1  T)  EHOLD  how  finners  difagree, 
JO  The  Publican  and  Pharifee  1 
One  doth  his  righteoufnefs  proclaim, 
The  other  owns  his  guilt  and  fhame. 

2  This  man  at  humble  diftance  ftands, 
And  cries  for  grace  with  lifted  hands  ; 
That  boldly  rifes  near  the  throne, 
And  talks  of  duties  he  has  done. 

3  The  Lord  their  diff 'rent  language  knows, 
And  diff' rent  anfwers  he  bellows  ; 

The  humble  foul  with  grace  he  crowns, 
Whilft  on  the  proud  his  anger  frowns. 

4  Dear  father  let  me  never  be 
•^oin'd  with  the  boafting  Pharifee  ! 

I  have  no  merits  of  my  own, 

But  plead  the  fuff'rings  of  thy  fon. 

i$z  Holinefi  and  grace,     Titus  ii.  10— 15^ 

O  let  our  lips  and  lives  exprefs 
The  holy  gofpel  we  profefs  ; 
So  lei  our  works  and  virtues  mine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

hall  we  bed  proclaim  abroad 
The  honours  of  ourfaviour  God  ; 
When  the  falvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  fubdues  the  pow'r  of  fin. 
Our  flefh  and  fenfe  muft  be  deny'd, 
Paflion  and  envy,  lufl:  and  pride  ; 


H  Y  M  N    CXXXIII.  97 

While  juftice  temp'rance,  truth  and  love* 
Oar  inward  piety  approve, 
4  Religion  bears  our  fpirits  up, 

While  we.  expect  that  hleffed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  Hands  leaning  on  his  word. 

53$  Love  and  Charity ,   i,Cor,  xiii.a- — %-ijk 

2   T     ET  Pharifees  of  high  eiteem 
JLj   Their  faith  and  zeal  declare, 
All  their  religion  is  a  dream, 
]  f  love  be  wanting  there, 

a  Love  fnffers  long  with  patient  eye, 
Nor  is  provoked  in  hafle  ; 
She  lets  the  prefent  inj'ry  die, 
And  long  forgets  the  paft. 

I  [Malice  and  rage,  thofe  fires  of  hell,  : 
She  quenches  with  her  tongue-; 
Hopes  and  believes,  and  thinks  no  ill,        , 
Tho'  {lie  endures  the  wrong.] 

4  [She  nordefires  nor  feeks  to  know 

The fcandals  of  the  limes  ; 
Kor  looks  with  pride  on  thofe  below, 
Nor  envies  thofe  that  climb,] 

5  She  lays  her  own  advantage  by 

Te  fcek  her  neighbour's  good  ; 
SodrS  own  foil  came  down  to  die, 
Avid  bought  our  lives  with  blood, 

6  Love  is  thegracethaf  keeps  her  pow'r 

H  the  realms  above  • 
7    :::•  "iith  and  hope  are  known  no  mere,. 


58  HYMN     CXXXV.    Bk.  I, 

134.  Religion  vain  without  Ld&e\     1    Cor. 
xiii,   1  —  3. 

1  T  TAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews 
jfi   And  nobler  fpeeeh  than  angels  ufe, 
If  love  be  abfent,   I  am  found 

Like  tinkling  brafs  an  empty  found. 
z  Were  I  infpir'd  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heav'n  or  hell  ; 
Or  cojld  ray  faith  the  world  remove  j 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should  I  diftribute  all  my  flore 
To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  poor, 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame, 
To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name. 

4  If  love  to  God  and  "love  to  man 
Be  abfcnt,  all  rny  hopes  are  vain  ; 

Nor  tongues,   nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal. 
The  work  of  love  can  e'er  fulfil]. 

I35  The  love  of Chrifl  /bed abroad in  the  Heart. 
Eph.    iii.    16.  &a 

f  f^Ozii  deareft  Lord  defcend  and  dwell 
V>  By  faith  and  love  in  every  lireaft  ; 
Then  [hall  we  Know,  and  tafle  and  feel 
The  joys  that  cannot  be  exprefs'd. 

2  Come  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  ftrength, 
Make  our  enlarged  fouls  pofTefs 

And  learn    the  height,    and   breadth,  and 
Of  thine  nftmeafurable  grace.  [length 

*  Now  to  the  G:>d  whofe  pow'r  can  3o 
0  More  than  our  thoughts  and  waih.es  know, 
Be  cverlailing  honors  done 
By  all  the  church  thro'  Chrif:  his  Son. 


H  Y  M  .N    CXXXVII.  99 

13$  Sincerity  and  Hyp  aerify  ;  or,  Formality. 

in  IVarJbip,  John  i v.  24. 
\  JT^I  OD  is   a  fpirit  jufl  and  wife, 
\_T   Ke  fees  our  inmoft  mind  ; 
In  vain  to  beav'n  we  raife  eur  cries, 
And  leave  our  fouls  behind. 
&  Nothing  but  truth  before  his  throne 
With  houour  can  appear, 
The  painted  hypocrites  are  known 
Through  the  difguife  they  wear. 
I  There  lifted  eyes  falute  the  Ikies, 
Their  bended  knees  the  ground  j 
But  God  abhors  the  facrifke. 
Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 
f.  Lord,  fearchiny  thoughts  &  try  my  ways, 
And  make  my  foul  finccrc; 
Then  fnall  I  fland  before  thy  face, 
And  find  acceptance  there, 

:j7  Salvation  by  Grace  in  Chrifl  %  Tim,   i, 
%    10.     ' 

NOW  to  the  pow'r  of  God  fupreme, 
Be  everlalting  honours  giv'n, 

He  faves  from  hell  [we  blefs  his  name] 

He  calls  our  wandering  feet  to  heav'n, 
\  Nor  for  our  duties  or  deferts, 
2 But  of  his  own  abounding  grace, 

Ke  works  falvarion  in  our  hearts. 

And  forms  a  people  for  his  praife. 
j  'Twas  hisown  purpofe  that  begun 

To  refcue  rebels  doom'd  to  die  ; 

He  gave  us  grace  in  Chrift  his  fon^ 

Ik fyre he  fpread  the  fUrry  iky, 


roo         HYMN    CXXXIX.         Bk.  I 

4  Jefusjhe  Lord  appears  at  lafl, 

And  makes  his  father's  counfels  known  i 
Declares  the  great  tranfactions  paft 
And  brings  immortal  bleffingsdown. 

5  He  dies  ;  and  in  that  dreadful  night 
Did  all  the  pow'rsof  hell  deftroy  : 
Rifing  he  brought  our  heav'n  to  light, 
And  took  poiTeilion  of  the  joy. 

138  Saints  in  the  hands  c/"Chrift,  John  x  28  1^ 
t    T^IRM  as  the  earth  the  gofpel  ftands, 

Jj    my  Lord,  my  hope,  my  tiruft, 

If  I  am  found  in  Jefqs'  hands, 
My  foul  can  ne'er  be  loft.    - 

2  His  honour  is  engag'd  to  favc 

The  meaneft  of  his  iWp  ; 
All  that  his  heav'nly  father  gave, 
His  hands  fecurely  keep. 

3  Nor  death  nor  hell  mail  e'er  remove, 

His  fav'rites  from  his  bread  ; 
In  the  dear  bofom  of  his  love, 
They  muff,  forever  reft. 

X39  Hope  in  the  Covenant  :  or,  God's  Promift 
and    truth  unchangeable. 

X    TTOW  oft  have  fin  and  fatan  ftrove 
X  J.   To  rend  my  foul  from  thee  my  God  ; 
"  But  ever! ailing  is  thy  love, 
And  Jei'us  feals  it  with  his  blood. 

Z  The  oath  and  promife  of  the  Lord, 
Join  to  confirm  the  wond'rous  grace  ; 
Kternal  pow'r  performs  the  word, 
And  fills  all  heav'n  with  endlefs  praife. 


HYMN    CXL.  lex 

3  Amidft  temptations  fharp  and  long, 
My  foul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies  ; 
Hope  is  my  anchor  firm  and  ftrong  ; 

Whils  tempeftsblow  and  billows  rife, 

4  The  gofpel  bears  my  fpirit  up; 
A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 
Lays  the  foundation  for  my  hope, 
In  oath's  and  promifes,  and  blood. 

140.   A  living  a?id  a  dead faith  \  colletlei 
fromfeveral  Scriptures. 

1  T%  /flftaken  fouls  that  dream  of  heav'n 
J-Vl   And  make  their  empty  boafl 

Of  inward  joys,  and  fins  forgiVn, 
While  they  are  flaves  to  luft. 

2  Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights, 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead  ; 

None  but  a  living  pow'r  unites 

To  Chriif  the  living  head, 

3  *Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  heart, 

*Tis  faith  that  works  by  love ; 
That  bids  all  finful  joys  depart, 
And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 

4  'Tis  faith  that  conquers  earth  and  hell 

By  a  celeftial  pow'r; 
This  is  the  grace  that  fliall  prevail 
In  the  decifive  hour, 

5  [Faith  mult  obey  her  father's  wilL 

As  well  as  truft  his  grace; 
A  pard'ningGod  is  jealous  ftill 
For  his  own  holinefs. 

6  When  from  the  curfe  he  fers  us  free,. 

He  makes  our  natures  clean, 
Nor  would  he  fend  his  foil  to  be 
The  minifter  of  fin* 


ioz  HYMN     CXLI.  Bx.  I 

7  His  fpirts  purifies  our  frame, 
And  feals  our  peace  with  God  ; 
Jefus  and  his  falvationcamc 
By  water  and  by  blood. 
J4I  The  Humiliation  and  exaltation  of  Chrift, 
Ifa.  iii.  1 — 5,  10  — iz. 

1  XXTHO  has  believ'd  thy  word, 

VV     Or  thy  falvaiion  known  ? 
Keveal  thy  arm  almighty  Lord 
And  glorify  thy  fon, 

2  The  Jews  efteem'd  him  here 
Too  mean  for  their  belief : 

Sorrows  his  chief  acquaintance  were, 
And  his  companion  grief. 

3  They  turn'd  their  eyes  away, 
And  treated  him  with  fcorn  ; 

But 'twas  their  grief  upon  him  lay, 
There  forrows  he  has  borne. 

4  'Twas  for  the  ftubborn  Jews, 
And  Gentiles  then  unknown, 

The  God  of  juftice  pleas'd  tobruife 
Kis  befl:   beloved  fon. 

5  "  But  I'll  prolong  his  days, 

*■  And  make  his  kingdom  (land  ; 
*'  My  pleafurc  faith  the  God  of  grace. 
"  Shall  profper  in  his  hand. 

6  "  [His  joyful  foul  (hall  fee 
"  The  purchafe  of  his  pain, 

t(  And  by  his  knowledge  juftify 
<(  The  guilty  fons  of  men.] 

7  <4  [Ten  thoufand  captive  (laves, 
u  Releas'd  from  death  and  (in, 

M  Shall  quit  their  prifons  and  their  graves, 
"  And  owu  his  power  divine.] 


H  Y  M  N      CXLI1I,  103 

2  (Heav'n  fhall  advance  my  Ton 
"  To  Joys  that  earth  deny'd 

*•-  Who  taw  the  follies  men  had  done, 
"■  And  bore  their  iins  and  dy'd.") 
142      The  fame-,  I  fa.   liii,  6— 12. 
1    T     IKE  iheep  we  went  ai'tray, 
JLj    And  broke  the  fold  of  God, 
fcach  wand'ring  in  a  cliff  'rent  way,. 
Bat  all  the  downward  road. 
z  How  dreadful  was  the  hour 
When  God  our  wand'rings  laid, 
||nd  did  at. once  his  vengeance  pour 
Upon  the  fhepherd's  head  ! 

3  How  glorious  was  the  grace 
When  Ch rill  fnitam'd  the  itroke  J 

Ilis  life  and  bicod  the  fhepherd  pays, 
A  ranfom  for  his  flock, 

4  His  honor  and  his  breath 
Were  taken  quite  away  ; 

loin'd  with  the  wicked  in  his  death, 

And  made  2s  vile  as  they. 

%   But  God  fhall  raife  his  head 

O'er  all  the  fons  of  men. 

And  make,  him  fee  a  nnm'rous  fe'ed^ 

To  recommence  his  pain. 

6  "  I'll  give  him,"  faith  the  Lord;, 

";  A  portion  with  the  ilrong ; 

*l   He  iliail  pofTefs  a  large  reward,. 

iC  And  hold  his  honours  long/' 
I45   Char  afters  of  the  Children    oj  Cod  frt', 
feveral  fcriptzirej. 

1  C2  ®  new  '00rn  ^2^ts  (-e^re  the  b  re  aft 
jJ5   To  feed,  and  grow.,  sad  ilmfp  % 

±2    2 


204  HYMN    CXLIII,        Bk.I, 

So  faints  with  joy  the  gofpel  tafle, 
And  by  the  gofpel  live. 

2  [With  inward  gnfl  their  heart  approves 

All  thai  the  word  relates  ; 
They  love  the  man  their  father  loves, 
And  hate  the  works  he  hates,] 

3  [  Not  all  the  flatt'ring  baits  on  earth 

Can  make  them  ilavtes  to  lufl:  •  ' 
They  can't  forget  their  heav'nly  birth, 
Nor  grovel  in  the  dull. 

4  Not  all  the  chains  that  tyrants  ufc 

Shall  bind  their  fouls  to  vice  ; 
Faith  like  a  conqu'ror  can  produce 
A  thoufand  victories,] 

5  [Grace,  like  an  uncorrupted  feed, 

Abides  and  reigns  within  ; 
Immortal  principles  forbid 
The  fons  of  God  to  fin.] 
'6  Not  by  the  terrors  of  a  flave 
Do  they  perform  his  will, 
But  with  the  noblefl  pow'rs  they  have 
His  fweet  commands  fulfil. 
7  They  find  accefs  at  ev'ry  hour 
To  God  wirhin  the  vail  ; 
Hence  they  derive  a  quick'uing  pow'r, 
And  joys  that  never  fail. 
S  O  happy  fouls  !  O  glorious  flare 
Of  overflowing  grace  ; 
To  dwell  fo  near  their  father's  feat, 
And  fee  his  lovely  face, 
9  Lord,  I  addrefs  ihy  heav'nly  throne, 
Call  rise  a  child  of  thine  ; 
Send  down  ihe  fpirit  of  thy  fon 
To  form  my  heart  divine. 


HYMN     CXLV.  io; 

o  There  fhed  thy  choiceft  loves  abroad^ 
And  make  my  comforts  ftrong  ; 
Then  mall  I  fay,   « -my  Father  God/' 
With  an  unwav'ring  tongue. 

144.    The  Witnejftng  and  Sealing  fpirii. 
Rom,  viii.  14,   16  Eph.  i.  13,   14. 
i   T7J7"HY  ihould  the  children  of  a  king 
V  V     Go  mourning  all  their  days  1 
Great  comforter  defcend  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 
2  Do  ft  thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  faints, 
And  feal  the  h-eirs  of  heav'n   f 
When  wilt  thou  banifli  my  complaints, 
And  ihew  my  fins  forgiv'n  ? 
$  Allure  myconfcience  of  her  part 
In  the  Redeemer's  blood  j 
And  bear  thy  witnefs  with  my  heart, 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 
4  Thou  art  the  earnefl  of  his  love, 
The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 
And  thy  foft  wings  celeftial  doye, 
Will  fafe  convey  me  home. 

l45T.Chrift  and  Aaron  taken  from  Heb.  vii,  v&, 
ESUS  in  thee  our  eyes  behold 
A  thoufand  glories  more 
Than  the  rich  Gems  and  poiiuYd  gold 

The.  fons  of  Aaron  wore. 
They  firft  their  own  burnt-  ofPrings  brought 

To  purge  themfelves  from  fin  ; 
Thy  life  was  pure  without  a  fpot, 

And  all  thy  nature  clean. 
[Freih  blood  as  conftant  as  the  day, 
Was  on  their  altar  fpilt  3 


iq6  HYMN     CXLVI.         Bk.  I. 

But  why  one  orPring  takes  away 
For  ever  all  our  guilt.] 

4  [Their  priefthood  ran  thro*  fev'ral  hands 

For  mortal  was  their  race  ; 
Thy  never  changing  office  ftands 
Eternal  as  thy  days) 

5  (Once  in  the  circle  of  a  year 

With  blood,  but  not  his  own, 
Aaron  within  the  veil  appears, 
Before  the  golden  throne. 

6  But  Chrift  by  his  own  pow'rful  blocd 

Afcends  above  the  fkies, 
And  in  the  prefence  of  our  God 
Shews  his  own  facrifice. 

7  Jeius,  the  king  of  glory  reigns 

On  Sion's  heav'nly  hill  ; 
Looks  like  a  lamb  that  has  been  (lain? 
And  wears  his  priefthood  ftill. 

8  He  ever  lives  to  intercede 

Before  his  father's  face  ; 
Give  him,  my  foul,  thy  caufe  to  plead, 
Nor  doubt  the  Father's  grace. 
146,  Charaflers  of  Chrift  borrowed  ft  om  iaa- 
nimat:  things  in  fcripture* 

1  jT^O  worfliip  at  Immanual's  feet, 
\_J   See  in  his  face  what  wonders  meet ! 
F.anh  is  too  narrow  to  exprefs 

His  worth,  his  elory,  0r  his  grace. 

2  (The  whole  creation  can  afford 
But  one  faint  fhadow  of  my  Lord  ; 
Nature,  to  make  his  beauties  known, 
Muft  mingle  colours  not  her  own.) 

2  (is  he  compar'd  with  wine  or  bread  * 
'  Dear  Lord  oar  fouls  would  ihtis  be  kdy 


HYMN    CXLVI.  icy 

That  flefh,  that  dying  bleed  of  thine, 
Is  bread  of  life,  is  heav'nly  wine.) 

\  (Is  he  a  tree  ?  the  world  receives 
Salvation  from  his  healing  leaves  ; 
That  righteous  branch,  that  fruitful  bough, 

,  Is  David's  root  and  offspring  too.) 

j   (Is  he  a  rofe  ?  not  Sharon  yields 
Such  fragrancy  in  all  her  fields  ; 
Or  if  the  lilly  he  aiTbme, 
The  vallies  blefs  the  rich  perfume.) 

i  (Is  he  a  vine  ?  his  heav'nly  root, 
Supplies  the  boughs  with  life  and  fruit  ; 
O  let  a  laiting  union  join, 
My  foul  to  Clirift  the  living  vine.) 

7  (Is  he  an  head  ?  each  member  lives, 
And  owns  the  vital  pow'r  he  gives  % 
The  faints  below  and  faints  above, 
Join'd  by  his  fpirit  and  his  love.) 

1  (Is  he  a  fountain  ?  there  I  bathe, 

And  heal  the  plague  of  Sin  and  jDesth  : 
Thefe  waters  all  my  foul  renew, 
And  cleanfe  myfpotted  garments  too.) 

2  (Is  he  a  fire  ?  he'll  purge  My  drefs 
But  the  true  gold  fuiiahis  no  k>fs  ; 
Like  a  refiner  frail  he  lit. 

And  tread  the  refuge  wiih  his  fctt.) 
:o   (Is  he  a  rock  ?  how  firm  he  proves  ! 

The  rock  of  ages  never  moves : 

Yet  the  fweet  ftreams  that  from  him  f.cw. 

Attend  us  all  the  defart  thro'.) 
II   (Is  he  a  way?  he  leads  to  God  ; 

The  path  is  drawn  in  lines  cf  blood  5 


xo8  H  Y  M  N    CXLVII.         Bk.  I. 

There  would  I  walk  with  hope  and  zeal, 

Till  I  arrive  at  Sion's  hill  ! 
xz  Is  he  adoor  ?  I'll  enter  in  ; 

Behold  the  paftures  large  and  green ; 

A  Paradife  divinely  fair, 

None  but  the  fheep  have  freedom  there.) 
15   (Is  he  defign'd  the  corner  tfone, 

For  men  to  build  their  heav'n  upon  ? 

I'll  make  him  my  foundation  too, 

Nor  fear  the  plots  of  hell  below.) 

1 4  (Is  he  a  temple  ?   I  adore 

Th'  indwelling  majefty  and  pow'r  ; 
And  itiil  to  his  moft  holy  place, 
Whene'er  I  pray  I'll  turn  my  face,) 

15  (Is  he  a  ftar?  he  breaks  the  night, 
Piercing  the  (hades  with  dawning  light : 
I  know  iiis  glories  from  afar, 

>w  the  bright  the  morning  flar.) 
s  he  a  Sub-J  his  beams  are  grace, 
Hi  joy  and  righteoufnefs ; 

:e  when  he  appears 
To  chafe  their  clouds  and  dry  their  tears, 
3  let  me  climb  thofe  higher  Ikies, 
and  darknefs  never  rife  1 
Th  e  his  pow'rs  abroad 

1  reign's  th'  incarnate  God. 
r  feas,  nor  fen,  nor  liars, 
Full  refemblance  bears : 
His  beauties  we  can  never  trace 
I  him  face  to  face. 
:.<  *nd titks  o/~Chrift,  from 
f:v-:ral  Scriptures. 
"~T^IS  from  the  treafures  of  his  word 
JL     I  borrow  titles  for  my  Lord  ; 


HYMN     CXLVIIT.  se^ 

Nor  art  nor  nature  can  fupply 
Sufficient  forms  of  majefly. 
Bright  image  of  the  Father's  face, 
Shining  with  undiminiih'd  rays  : 
Th'  eternal  God's  eternal  Son, 
The  heir  and  partner  of  his  throne.) 
The  king  of  kings,  the  Lord  moil  high  ; 
Writes  his  own  name  upon  his  thigh. 
He  wears  a  garment  dip'd  in  blood, 
And  breaks'the  nations  with  his  rod. 
Where  grace  can  neither  melt  nor  move,, 
The  Lamb  refents  his  injur'd  love, 
Awakes  his  wrath  without  delay, 
And  judah'slion  tears  the  prey. 
But  when  for  works  of  peace  he  comes^ 
What  winning  titles  he  affamcs  ! 
Light  of  the  world  and  life  of  men  : 
Nor  bears  thofe  characters  in  vain: 
With  tender  pity  in  his  heart 
He  acts  the  mediator's  part : 
A  friend  and  brother  he  appears, 
And  well  fulfills  the  names  he  wears. 
At  length  the  judge  his  throne  afcends^ 
Divides  the  rebels  from  his  friends, 
And  faints  in  full  fruition  prove 
His  rich  variety  of  love. 

148,   The  fa?m  as  the  148th  Pfalaa, 
T7f  7~ITH  cheerful  voice  I  fog 

V  V     The  titles  of  my  Lord; 
And  borrow  all  the  names 
Of  honour  from  his  word  ; 

Nature  and  art 

Can  ne'er  fupply 


HYMN     CXLVIII,         Bk.I- 

Sufficient  forms 
Of  majefty. 
In  Jefus  we  behold 
His  father's  glorious  face, 
Shining  for  ever  bright 
Wiih  mild  and  lovely  rays. 

Th'  eternal  God's 

Eternal  Son 

Inherits  and 

Partakes  the  throne.) 
The  Sov'reign  king  of  kings. 
The  Lord  of  Lords  moft  high, 
Writes  his  own  name  upon 
His  garment  and  his  thigh, 

His  name  is  call'd 

"  The  word  of  God," 

He  rules  the  earth 

With  iron  Rod. 

j:  Where  promifes  and  grace 

Can  nkher  melt  nor  move 

The  angry  Lamb  refents 

The  injuries  of  his  leve  ; 

Awakes  his  wrath 

Without  delciy 

As  Lions  roar 

And  tear  the  prey. 
>    But  when  for  works  of  peacf 
The  great  Redeemer  comes, 
What  gentle  characters, 
What  titles  he  affumes  I 

"  Light  of  the  world, 

".And  life  of  men  ;" 

Nor  will  he  bear 

Thofe  names  in  vain. 


!x.I.         HYMN     CXLIX.  us 

6  Imraenfe  companion  reigns 
In  our  lmmanuers  hesrt, 
When  he  defcends  to  act 
A  meditator's  part. 
He  is  a  friend, 
And  brother  loo  ; 
Divinely  kind, 
Divinely  true. 
7  At  length  the  Lord  the  Jadge 
His  awful  throne  cfcencs, 
And  drives  the  rebels  far 
From  favourites  and  from  friends  % 
Then  ihall  the  faints 
Completely  prove 
The  heights  and  depths 
Of  all  his  love, 
49.  The  Office  oj  Chrifr,  fromfeveral  Scrip- 
tures. 
1     OIN  all  the  names  of  love  and  pow'r 
That  ever  men  or  angels  bore, 
All  are  too  mean  to  fpeak  his  worth, 
Or  fet  lmmanuers  glory  forth. 
I  But  O  what  condefcending  ways. 
He  takes  to  teach  his  heav'nly  grace  ! 
My  eyes  with  joy  and  wonder  fee 
What  forms  of  love  he  bears  for  me, 
\   (The  l<  angel  of  the  cov'nanf'  /rands 
With  his  cominiffion  in  his  hands, 
Sent  from  his  Father's  middle  throne, 
To  make  his  great  falvation  known.) 
\  Great  prophet,  let  me  blcfs  thy  name  j 
By  thee  the  joyful  tidings  came 
Of  wrath  appeas'd,  of  fins  forgiv'n 
Of  hell  fuddu'd^  and  peace  with  heav'ru 


H2  HYMN    CXLIX.         Bk.I 

5  [Tb,y  bright  example  for  my  guide, 
I  would  be  walking  near  thy  fide, 

0  let  me  never  run  allray, 
Nor  follow  ihe  forbidden  way  ! 

6  I  love  my  ftiepherd,  he  (hall  keep, 
My  wand'ring  foul  amongft  his  fheep  : 
He  feeds  his  flock,  he  call's  their  names, 
And  in  his  bofxfln  bears  the  Lambs, 

7  My  farety  undertakes  my  caufe, 
Anfw'ring  his  father's  broken  laws  ; 
Behold  my  foul  at  freedom  fet, 

My  furety  paid  the  dreadful  debt. 

8  Jefus  my  great  high  prieft  has  dy'd, 

1  feek  no  facrifke  befide  : 

His  blood  did  once  for  all  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 

9  My  advocate  appears  on  high 
The  father  lays  his  thunder  by  : 
Not  all  that  earth  or  hell  can  fay, 
Shall  turn  my  maker's  heart  away. 

io  [My  Lord,  my  conq'ror  and  my  king, 
Thy  fcepcre  and  thy  (word  I  ling  ; 
Thine  is  else  vift'ry,  and  I  lit, 
A  joyful  fabjedfc  at  thy  feet. 

ji   Afpire  my  foul  to  glorious  deeds, 
The  t!  captain  of  falvation"  pleads  : 
March  on,  nor  fear  to  win  the  day, 
Tho'  death  and  hell  obftruct  the  way. 

i  ild  death  and  hell,  and  pow'rs  unknown 
Put  all  their  forms  of  mifchief  on,  ^j 

I  Jhall  be  fafe,  for  ChrUt  difplays, 
more  fov'reign  ways,] 


I 


HYMN      CL.  SI$ 

150.     The  fame  as  the  148th  Pfalm„ 

JOIN  all  the  glorious  names 
Of  wifdom  love  and  pow'r 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 
That  angels  ever  bore, 

All  are  too  mean 

To  fpeak  his  worth, 

Too  mean  to  fet 

My  Saviour  fourth. 
But  O  what  gentle  terms.* 
What  condescending  ways 
Doth  our  redeemer  ufe 
To  teach  his  heav'nly  grace? 

Mine  eyes  with  joy 

And  wonder  fee 

What  forms  of  love 

He  bears  for  me. 
[Array*  d  in  mortal  flefh. 
He  like  an  angel  ftands, 
And  holds  the  promifes 
And  pardons  in  his  hands, 

Conimulron'd   from 

His  father's  throne 

To  make  his  grace 

To  mortals  known. 
Great  prophet  of  my  God. 
My  tongue  would  blefs  thy  nsr  i 
By  thee  the  joyful  news 
Of  our  faivation  came  : 

The  joyful  news 

Of  fms  forgiv'n, 

Of  Hell  fubdu'd 

Of  Peace  with  Heav*n. 
Be  thou  my  Ccunfellor 
My  pattern  and  my  guide  s 


H4  H  Y  M  N    CL.  £K  J 

And  thro*  this  def'trt  land 
Srill  keep  me  near  thy  tide. 

O  let  my  feet 

Ne'er  run  aftray. 

Nor  rove  nor  feek 

The  crooked  way  !) 

6  (I  love  my  (hepherd's  voice, 
His  watchful  tves  mall  keep 
My  wand'ring  foul  among 
The  thoufauds  of  his  fheep  ; 

He  feeds  his  flock 
He  calls  their  names, 
His  :  ofom  bears 
The  tender  Lambs!) 

7  (To  this  dear  furety's  hand 
Will  I  commit  my  caufe  : 
He  anfwers  and  fulfills 
His  father's  broken  laws. 

Behold  my  foul 
At  freedom  i'et  ; 
My  lurety  paid 
The  dreadful  debt,) 

8  (Jefus,  my  great  high  prieft, 
Oifer'd  his  blood  and  dy'd  : 
My  guilty  confciencc  fceks 
No  facrifice  befide. 

His  pow'rfnl  blood 

Did  once  atone  : 

And  now  it  pleads  # 

Before  the  throne) 
$  (My  advocates  appears 
For  my  defence  on  high  : 
The  father  bows  his  ears, 
And  lays  his  thunder  by. 


HYMN    CL.  US 

Not  all  that  he'll 

Or  fin  can  fay, 

Shall  turn  his  heart. 

His  love  away.) 
jo  (My  dear  almighty  Lord, 
My  conqu'ror  and  my  king, 
Thy  iceptre  and  my  fword, 
Thy  reigning  grace  I  ling. 

Thine  is  the  pow'r  : 

Behold  I  fit, 

In  willing  bands 

Beneath  thy  feet.) 
n   (Now  let  my  foul  arife, 
And  tread  the  tempter  down  : 
My  captain  leads  me  forth 
To  conqueft  and  a  crown. 

A  feeble  faint 

Shall  win  the  day, 

Tho'  death  and  hell 

Obit  met  the  way,) 
is    Should  all  the  hafts  of  death, 
And  pow'rs  of  hell  unknown-. 
Put  their  moft  dreadful  forms 
Of  rage  and  mifchief  on, 

I  ilia!!  he  fafe  ; 

For  Chrift  difplays 
Superior  pow'r 
And  guardian  grace, 


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SPIRITUAL     SONGS. 


BOOK      II. 


ompofed    on   Divine  Subjects 


A  Song  ofpraifs^io  Cod  from  Great- Britain. 

I    TWJATURE  with  all  her  pow*r  f*a  llfin^ 
i\|    God  the  Creator  and  the  ."king  ; 
Nor  air,  nor  earth,  nor  fkies,  nor  leas, 
Deny  the  tribute  of  their  praifet 


a  [Begin  to  make  his  glories  known, 
Ye  feraphs  thai  fit  near  his  thrrdnc  ; 
Tune  your  harps  high  and  fprea  d  the  fo 
To  the  creation's  uiniofl  bound. 


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HYMN-    I.  117 

[All  mortal  things  of  meaner  frame, 
Exert  your  force,  and  own  his  name. 
Whilft  with  our  fouls  and  with  our  voice, 
We  iing  his  honours  and  our  joys,] 

(To  him  be  facred  all 'we  have, 
From  the  young  cradle  to  the  grave  ; 
Our  lips  mall  his  loud  wonders  tell, 
And  every  word  a  miracle.) 

(This  northern  Ifle  our  native  land, 
Lies  fafe  in  the  Almighty's  hand, 
Our  foes  of  vicVry  dream  in  vain, 
And  own  the  captivating  chain  ) 

He  builds  and  guards  the  Britilh  throne, 
And  makes  it  gracious  like  his  own  : 
Makes  our  fuccefHve  princes  kind, 
And  gives  our  dangers  to  the  wind. 

Haife  monumental  praifes  high 
To  him  that  thunders  thro'  the  Iky, 
And  with  an  awful  nod  or  frown, 
Shakes  an  afpiring  tyrant  down. 

Pillars  of  lading  bra fs  proclaim 
The  triumph's  of  th'  eternal  name  ; 
While  trembling  nations  read  from  far 
The^onours  of  the  God  of  war, 
Thus  let  our  flaming  zeal  employ 
Our  loftieft  thoughts  and  loudefl  fongs  5 
Britain  pronounce  with  wermeftjoy, 
Hofanna  from  ten  thoufand  tongues. 
o  Yet  mighty  God,  our  feeble  frame 
■Attempts  in  vain  to  reach  thy  name  5 
HFhe  ftrongeft  notes  that  angels  raife., 
raint  in  the  worfhip  and  the  praife. 


n8  hymn    irr.         Bk.I 

2.  The.  Death  of  a  Sinner 
I  though  is  on  awful  fubjects  roll, 

Damnation  and  the  dead  ; 
What  horrors  feize  the  guilty  foul 
Upon  a  dying  bed. 
a  Ling'ring  about  thefe  mortal  fhores, 
She  makes  a  long  delay  ; 
Till  like  a  flood  with  rapid  force 
Death  fweeps  the  wretch  away. 

3  Then  fwift  and  dreadful  (lie  defcends 

Down  ro  the  fiery  coait, 

Among!!  abominable  fiends  ; 

Herfelf  a  frighted  ghott, 

4  There  endlefs  crouds  of  Tinners  lie, 

And  darknefs  makes  their  chains  j 
Tortur'd  with  keen  difpair  they  cry, 
Yet  wait  for  fiercer  pains. 

5  Not  all  their  anguifh  and  their  blood 

For  their  old  guilt  atones, 
Nor  the  companion  of  a  God 
Shall  hearken  to  their  groans. 
€  Amazing  grace,  that  keeps  my  breafl, 
Nor  bid  my  foul  remove  1 
Till  1  had  learn'd  my  Saviour's  death, 
And  well  inf  ir'd  his  love  ! 
3.  V  he  Death  and  Burial  of  a  Saint. 
I   "1  ,£  7  HY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends 
V  V     Or  ihake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
*Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jefus  fends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 
2,  Are  we  not  tending  upwards  too 
As  fa  ft  as  time  can  move  ? 
Nor  mould  we  wifh  the  hours  more  floi 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 


4 


HYMN    IV.  119 

|  Why  fhould  we  tremble  to  convey 
Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  ilefh  of  Jefus  lay, 
And  left  a  long  perfume, 
4  The  graves  of  all  his  faints  he  blefs'd, 
And  foften's  ev'ry  bed  : 
Where  fhould  the  dying  members  reft, 
But  with  their  dying  head  ? 
§  Thence  he  arofe,  afcending  high, 
And  fhew'd  our  feet  the  way  : 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  flefli  Ihall  fly 
At  the  great  riling  day. 
6  Then  let  the  laft  loud  trumpet  found, 
And  bid  our  kindred  rife  1 
Awake,  ye  nations,  under  ground^ 
Ye  faints,  afcend  the  fkies 

4.  Salvation  in  the  Crofs. 
%   TTERE  at  thy  Crofs  my  dying  God3 
il  I  lay  my  foul  beneath  thy  love. 
Beneath  the  droppings  of  thy  blood, 
Jefus !  nor  {hall  it  e'er  remove. 

3  Not  all  that  tyrants  think  or  fay, 
With  rage  and  light'ning  in  their  eyes, 
Nor  hell  {hall  fright  my  heart  away, 
Should  hell  with  all  its  legions  rife. 

%  Should  worlds  confpire  to  drive  me  thence^ 
Movelefs  and  firm  this  heart  mould  lie  ? 
(RefoWd,  for  that's  my  laft  defence, 
If  I  mull  perifh  there  to  die. 

4  But  fpeak,  my  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear  3 
Am  I  not  fafe  beneath  thy  made  ? 

fc.Thy  vengeance  will  not  flrike  me  here  3 
*&orfatafl  dares  my  foul  invade, 
H 


lio  HYMN     vr.  Bk.  II. 

5  Yes,  I'm  fecurc  beneath  thy  blood, 
And  all  my  foes  fhall  lofe  their  aim  : 
Hofonna  to  my  dying  God, 
And  my  bell  honours  to  his  name. 
5,  Longing  to  pralfe  Chrifl  tetter. 

1  T    ORD  when  my  thoughts  with  wonder 
Lj  O'er  the  (harp  forrows  of  my  foul,    [roll 
And  read  my  Maker's  broken  laws, 
Repair'd  and  honour 'd  by  thy  crofs  ; 

a  When  I  behold  death,  hell  and  fin, 
VanquiQi'd  by  that  dear  blood  of  thine  1 
And  fee  the  man  that  groan'd  and  dy'd, 
Sit  glorious  by  his  father's  fide  ; 

5  My  paffions  rife  and  foar  above, 

I'm  wing'd  with  faith,  ond  fir'd  «4#frh  loye, 
Fain  would  I  reach  eternal  things, 
And  learn  the  notes  that  Gabriel  tings. 

4  Rut  my  heart  fails,  my  tongue  complains 
For  want  of  their  immortal  ftrains 

And  in  fuch  humble  notes  as  thefe 
Muft  fall  below  thy  victories. 

5  Well,  the  kind  minute  mull  appear, 
When  we  fhall  leave  thefe  bodies  here, 
Thcfe  clogs  of  clay,  and  mount  on  high, 
To  join  the  fongs  above  the  iky, 

6.   A  Morning  Song. 
NCE  more,  my  foul,  the  rifing  day 
Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  : 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  him  that  rules  the  ikies. 
Night  unto  night  this  name  repeats, 
Tie  day  renews  the  found, 
Wide  as  the  heav'ns  on  which  he  fits,    ! 
To  turn  the  feafons  round, 


HYMN      VIL  121 

fTis,  he  fupports  my  mortal  frame  ; 

My  tongue  mall  fpeak  his  praife  ; 
My  fins  would  raife  his  wrath  to  flame, 

And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 
[On  a  poor  worm  thy  pow'r  might  tread, 

And  I  could  ne'er  withstand  : 
Thy  Juftice  might  have  crufh'd  me  dead, 

But  mercy  held  thine  hand. 
A  thoufand  wretched  fouls  are  fled 

Since  the  laft  fetting  fun, 
And  yet  thou  length'neft  out  my  thread, 

And  yet  my  moments  run.] 
Dear  God  !  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 

Whillt  I  enjoy  the  light ; 
Then  ihall  my  fun  in  fmiles  decline. 
And  bring  a  pleafant  night. 

J.  An  Evening  Song. 

[TT%Rear  fov'reign  let  my  evening  fong 

\J   Like  holy  incenfe  rife  : 
AfRit  the  offerings  of  my  tongue 

To  reach  the  lofty  fides. 
Thro'  all  the  dangers  of  the  day 

Thy  hand  was  (till  my  guard, 
And  ftiH  to  drive  my  wants  away 

Thy  mercy  flood  prepar'd.j  * 
Perpetual  bleflings  from  above 

Encompafs  me  around. 
But  O  Jiow  few  returns  of  love 

Hath  my  creator  found  ! 
What  have  I  done  for  him  that  dy'd 

To  fave  my  wretched  foul 
How  are  my  follies  multiply'd 

jFaft  as  my  minutes  roll  i 


m  t   H  Y  M  N    VIII.         Bk.  II, 

5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine, 

To  thy  dear  crofs  I  flee 
And  to  thy  grace  my  foul  refign, 
To  be  renew'd  by  thee. 

6  Sprinkled  afrefh  with  pard'ning  blood 

I  lay  me  down  to  reft, 
As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 
Or  on  my  faviour's  breaft. 

8  An  Hymn  for  Morning  or  Evening. 

I    TTOSANNA  with  a  cheerful  found, 
X  1  To  God's  upholding  hand  ; 
Ten  thoufand  fnares  attend  us  round, 
And  yet  fecure  we  ftand. 
|  That  was  a  moft  amazing  pow'r 
That  rais'd  us  with  a  word, 
And  ev'ry  day  and  ev'ry  hour 
We  lean  upon  the  Lord. 
5  The  ev'ning  refts  our  weary  head, 
And  angels  guard  the  room  ; 
We  wake,  and  we  admire  the  bed 
That  was  not  made  our  tomb. 

4  The  riling  morning  can't  affure 

That  we  mail  end  the  day  ; 
For  death  Hands  ready  at  the  door 
To  take  our  lives  away. 

5  Our  breath  is  forfeited  by  fin 

To  God's  avenging  law  ; 
We  own  thy  grace  immortal  kin<% 
Jn  ev'ry  gafp  we  draw. 

6  God  is  our  fun,  whofe  daily  light 

Our  joy  and  fafery  brings  ; 
O'^r  feeble  flefh  lies  fafe  at  night 
Beneath  his  lhady  wings. 


HYMN    X.  133 

^,     Godly  forrow,  arifing  fro??i  the  fujferhigs 

of  thrift. 
I     A  LAS  !  and  did  ray  fayiour  bleed  i 
jt\.  And  did  ray  fov'reign  die  ; 
Would  he  devote  that  facred  head 
For  fuch  a  worm  as  I  ? 
a   [Thy  body  (lain,  fwect  Jefus,  thine 
And  bath'd  in  its  own  blood, 
While  all  expos'd  to  wrath  divine 
The  glorious  fuff'rcr  Hood  1 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done> 

He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 

Amazing  pity,  grace  unknown  ! 

And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

4  Well  might  the  fun  in  darknefs  hide? 

And  (hut  his  glories  in, 
When  God  the  mighty  maker  dy'd 
For  man  the  creatures  fin. 

5  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blufhing  face. 

While  his  dear  crofs  appears, 
Diffolve  my  heart  in  thankfulnefs, 
And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears, 
■6  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  cf  love  I  owe  : 
Here  Lord,  I  give  myfelf  away  ; 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

lo.     Part  big  with  carnal  J&js. 

1  T\/T Y=foul forfakes  her  vain  delight, 
xV A   And  bids  the  world  farewel ; 
Safe  as  tbe  dirt  beneath  my  feet, 

And  mifchievous  as  hell. 

2  No  longer  will  I  alk  your  love, 

Nor  feek  yonr  friendfhip  more  } 


if*  HYMN     XL  Ek.IL 

s  The  happinefs  that  \  approve 

Is  not  within  your  pow'r, 
$  There's  nothing  round  this  fpacious  earth 
That  fuits  my  large  defire  ; 
To  boundlefs  joy  and  folid  mirth, 
My  nobler  thoughts  afpire. 

4  [Where  pleafure  rolls  its  living  flood, 

From  fin  and  drofs  refin'd, 
Still  fpringing  from  the  throne  of  God^ 

And  fit  to  cheer  the  mind. 
$  Th'  Almighty  ruler  of  the  fphcre, 

The  glorious  and  the  great, 
Brings  Ins  own  all-fufficicnce  there^ 

To  make  our  blifs  complete,] 
&  Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

I'd  climb  the  heav'nly  road  ; 
There  fits  my  Saviour  drefs'd  in  love, 

And  there  my  fmiling  God. 

II.     The  Same, 

F  Send  the  joys  of  earth  away  ; 
£.   Away  ye  tempters  of  the  mind, 
lYife  as  the  fmooth  deceitful  fea, 
And  empty  as  the  whittling  wind. 
|  Your  ftreams  were  floating  me  along 
Down  to  the  giriph  of  black  defpair  ; 
And  whilft  I  liften'd  to  your  fong, 
Your  ftreams  had  e5en  convey 'd  me  there,. 

5  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchiefs  grace, 
That  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyfs  ; 
That  drew  me  from  thefe  treach'rous  feas^ 
And  bid  me  feek  fuperior  blifs. 

i  Now  to  the  (hining  realms  above, 
.  i  ftretch  my  hands  and  ghnce  my  ey< 


HYMN     XIII.  125 

O  for  the  pinions  of  a  Jove, 

To  bear  me  to  the  upper  ikies  ! 
5  There  from  the  bofom  of  my  God, 

Oceans  of  endlefs  pleafures  roll ; 
•  There  would  I  fix  my  la  ft  abode, 

And  drown  the  forrows  of  my  foul, 

12  ChriHis  the  fub  fiance  of  the Leviiical $rkf> 

hood, 
i   f~|-^H£  true  Mefliah  now  appears. 

X     The  types  are  all  withdrawn  ; 
'So  fly  the  (hadows  and  the  ftars, 

Before  the  rifmg  dawn. 
%  No  fmoaking  fweets,  nor  bleeding  iainfc, 
Nor  kid  nor  bullock  flain, 
Incenfe  and  fpi'ce  ofcoftly  names, 
Would  all  be  burnt  in  vain. 

3  Aaron  mull  lay  his  robes  away, 

His  mitre  and  his  veft, 
When  God  himfelf  comes  down  to  be 
The  offering  and  the  prieft. 

4  He  took  our  mortal  flelh  to  mew 

The  wonders  of  his  love  ; 
For  us  he  paid  his  life  below, 

And  prays  for  us  above  : 
y  i(  Father,"  he  cries,  "  forgive  their  j§kf| 

For  I  myfelf  have  dy'd  ;'■ 
And  then  he  Ihews  hisopen'd  veins, 

And  pleads  his  wounded  fide. 

1 3  The   Creation,    Frefervation,  DiffbMfftm 

and  ReJ  oration   of  this  Woria. 
1   O  ING  to  the  Lord  that  built  the  ikies. 
O  % ne  Lord  tna^  rear'd  this  (lately  fr&wz  * 
Let  all  the  nations  found  his  praife, 
Aad  lands  unknown  repeat  his  name. 


HYMN    XIV,  BK.  1U 

2  He  form'd  the  feas  and  form'd  the  hills, 
Made  ev'ry  drop  and  ev'ry  dufl, 
Nature  and  time  with  all  their  wheels, 
And  puik'd  them  into  motion  firft. 

3  Now  from  his  high  imperial  throne 
He  looks  far  down  upon  the  fpheres  ; 
Kci  bids  the  flviningorbs  roll  on, 
And  round  he  turns  the  hafty  years. 

4  Thus  fhail  this  moving  engine  laft, 
Till  all  his  faints  are  gather'd  in  r 
Then  for  the  trumpet's  dreadful  blaft 
To  lhake  it  all  to  dud  again  I 

•;  Yet  when  the  found  ihall  tear  the  ikies,) 
And  light'ning  burn  the  globe  below, 
Saints,  you  may  lift  your  joyful  eyes, 
There's  a  new  heav'n  and  earth  for  you. 

*4  The  Lord'j  day  :  or,  Delight  in  Ordinances.* 

\    TTTELCOME  fweet  day  of  reft, 
V  V     That  faw  the  Lord  arife  ; 
Welcome  ro  this  reviving  breaft, 
And  rhefe  rejoicing  eyes  ! 
S  The,  King  himfelf  comes  near, 
And  feaits  his  faints  to-day  : 
And  we  may  [it  and  fee  him  here 
And  love,  and  praife,  and  pray. 
;   One  day  amid  ft  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been 
is  fweeter  than  ten  thoufand  days 
Of  pleaf.-.rr.ble  fin. 
•  willing  fuul  would  ftay 
In  fuch  a  frame  as  this, 
And  fit  and  ling  herfelf  a;vay 
To  eyetfaftiflff  blifs. 


HYMN    XVI.  127 

1  J.   The  enjoyment  o/~Chrift  :   or,  Delight  m 

Worjhip. 
*  "p  AR  from  my  thoughts  vain  world  begone 
]£    Let  my  religious  hours  alone, 
Fain  would  my  eyes  my  faviour  fee, 
1  wait  a  vifit,  Lord  from  thee, 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fires 
And  kindles  wi:h  a  pure  defire  ; 
Come  my  dear  Jefus  from  above, 
And  feed  my  foul  with  heav'nly  love* 

3  [The  trees  of  life  immortal  ftand 
In  fragrant  rows  at  thy  right  hand, 
And  in  fweet  murmurs  by  their  fide 
Rivers  of  blifs  perpetual  glide. 

4  Hade  then  but  with  afmiling  face, 
And  fpread  the  table  of  thy  grace  ; 
Bring  down  a  tade  of  truth  divine, 
And  cheer  my  heart  with  iacred  wine/] 

5  Blefs'd  Jefus,  what  delicious  fare  ! 
How  fweet  thy  entertainments  are  ! 
Never  did  angels  tafte  above 
Redeeming  grace,  and  dying  love, 

6  Hail  great  Immamjal,  all  divine  S 
In  thee  thy  father's  glories  (hine  ; 
Thou  brighteft,  fweetefi,  faired  ens. 
That  eyes  have  feeii,  or  angels  known*, 

1 6.  Part  the  fecond* 

7  T    ORD,  what  a  feeav'n  of  faving  grzcz 

E   a   Shines  thro*  the  beauties  of  thy  face 
And  lights  our  pafllons  to  aflame  ! 
Lord,  how  we  love  thy  charming  name  \ 

8  When  I  can  fetl  thy  glories  mine, 
When  I  can  fay,  my  God  is  mine, 


ixS  HYMN    XVII.         Bk.  If. 

I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
And  all  the  world  calls  good  or  great. 

q  While  inch  a  fcer;e  of  facred  joys, 
Our  raptur'd  eyes  and  fouls  employs, 
Here  ws  could  Cn  and  gaze  away 
A  long,  an  everlafting  day. 

lb  We;!,  we  (hall  quickly  pafs  the  night, 
To  the  fairCoafls  of  heav'nly  light  ; 
Then  ihall  our  joyful  fenfes  rove 
O'er  the  dear  objects  of  our  love. 

J I  [There  fliali  we  drink  full  draughts  of  blifs, 
And  pluck  new  life  from  heav'nly  trees  I 
Yet  now  and  then,  dear  Lord  beftow 
A  drop  of  heav'n  en  worms  below. 

12  Send  comforts  down  from  thy  right  hand 
While  we  pafs  thro'  this  barren  land, 
And  in  thy  temple  let  us  fee 
A  glimpfc  of  love  a  glimpfe  of  thce.3 

l  y.    God's  Eternity. 

i    "O  ISE,  rife,  my  foul,  &  leave  the  ground; 
&\.   Stretch  all  thy  thoughts  abroad, 
And  roufe  up  cv'ry  tuneful  found 
To  praife  th"  eternal  God. 
a  Long  e'er  the  lofty  ikies  were  fpread, 
Jehovah  fiil'd  his  throne. 
Or  Adam  form'd,  or  angels  made. 
The  maker  liv'd  alone. 
3  His  boundlefs  years  can  ne'er  deceafe 
But  dill  maintain  their  prime  ; 
Eternity's  his  dwelling  place, 
And  Evir  is  his  time. 
a  While  like  a  tide  our  minutes  flow. 
The  urefent  and  the  part. 


HYMN    XVIIL  1*5? 

He  fills  his  own  immortal  now, 
And  fees  our  ages  wafte. 
j  The  Tea  and  fky  muit  periih  too, 
And  vaft  defiructioncome  ; 
The  creatures — look  !  how  old  they  grow, 
And  wait  their  fiery  doom  ! 
&  Well,  let  the  fea  fhrink  all  away, 
And  flame  melt  down  the  fkies  ; 
•   My  God  mall  live  and  cndlefs  day. 
When  th'  old  creation  dies. 

1 8.  The  NLiniftrj  of  Angels. 

%   TJIGH  on  a  hill  of  dazzling  light, 
JLi  The  King  of  glory  fpreads  his  fear, 
And  troops  of  angels  ftretch'd  for  flight, 
Stand  waiting  round  his  awful  feet. 

2  "  Go,"  faith  the  Lord*  «  my  Gabriel  go 
e<  Salute  the  Virgin's  fruitful  womb  ; 

<f  Make  ha(le,f  ye  cherubs,  down  below1; 
"  Sing  and  proclaim  the  Saviour  come," 

3  Here  a  bright  fquadronjj  leaves  the  Ikies, 
And  thick  around  Eltfha,  flands  -> 
Anon  a  heavenly  foldier  flies, 

And  breaks  the  chains  from  Peters, §  hands* 

4  Thy  winged  troops,  O  God  of  holts, 
Wait  on  thy  wand'ring  church  below  ; 
Here  we  are  failing  to  thy  coafts, 
Let  angels  be  our  convoy  too, 

5  Are  they  not  all  thy  fervants,  \  Lord  ? 
At  thy  command  they  go  and  come  ; 
Wilh  cheerful  hafteobey  thy  word, 
And  guard  thy  children  to  their  home. 

Luke  i.  z6.         11  Luke  ii.  13.        %  Kings  vii,  \j. 
t  Ads  xii.  7       %  Heb,  i.  14. 


Ijo  HYMN     XX.  Bk.  II, 

19.  Our  frail  bodies ,  and  God  our  Preferver* 

1  T     ET  others  boaft  how  ftrong  tHffy  be, 
i  J   Nor  death  nor  danger  fear  ; 

But  we'll  confefs,  O  Lord  to  thee, 
What  feeble  things  we  are. 

2  Frefh  as  the  grafs  our,  bodies  fland, 

And  fiourifh  bright  and  gay  ; 
A  blading  wind  fwecps  o'er  the  land, 
And  fades  the  grafs  away. 

3  Our  life  contains  a  thonfand  firings, 

And  dies  if  one  be  gone  ; 
Strange  that  a  harp  of  thonfand  fprings. 
Should  keep  in  imie  fo  long, 

4  But  'tis  our  God  fuppons  our  frame, 

The  God  that  built  us  firft ; 
Salvation  to  th'  almighty  name, 

That  rear'd  its  from  the  duft. 
4  [He  fpoke  and  (trait  our  hearts  and  brains 

In  all  their  motions  rife  : 
"  Let  blood,  faid  he,  flow  round  the  veins,'* 

And  round  the  veins  it  flows. 
6  While  we  have  breath,  or  ufe  our  tongues, 

Our  maker  we'll  adore 
His  fpirit  moves  our  heaving  Inngs, 

Or  they  would_  breathe  no  more.] 

SO.    Bachjlidings  and  Returns  :   or,  incon* 
[fancy  of  our  Love. 
X  TTTHY  is  my  heart  fo  far  from  thee, 
VV     My  God,  my  chief  delight  ? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day, 
With  thee  no  more  by  night  ! 
?■  f  Why  Ihould  my  foolilh  paflions  rove  t 
Where  can  (uch  fweetnefs  be 


HYMN    XX  131 

As  I  have  tailed  in  thy  love, 
As  I  have  fci^d  in  thee  !]_ 

3  W^ga  my  forgetful  foul  renews 

The  favour  of  thy  grace, 
My  heart  prefumes  I  cannot  lofe> 
The  relifh  all  my  days. 

4  But  ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  pail 

The  flatt'ring  world  employs 
Some  fenfual  bate  to  feize  my  tafle, 
And  to  pollute  my  joys. 

5  [Trifles  of  nature  or  of  art, 

With  fair  deceitful  charms, 
Intrude  into  my  thoughtlefs  heart. 
And  tbruft  me  from  thy  arms.] 

6  Then  I  repent  and  vex  my  foul 

That  I  mould  leave  thee  fo 
Where  will  thofe  wild  affections  roll,     * 
That  let  afaviour  go. 

7  [Sin's  promis'd  joys  are  turn'd  to  pain, 

And  I  am  drown'd  in  grief ; 
But  my  dear  Lord  returns  again, 
He  flies  to  my  relief, 

8  Seizing  my  foul  with  tweet  furprize, 

He  draws  with  loving  bands  ; 
Divine  companion  in  his  eyes, 
And  pardon  in  his  hands.] 

9  [Wretch  that  I  am,  to  wander  thus. 

In  chafe  of  falfe  delight  S 
Let  me  be  faften'd  to  thy  crofs, 
Rather  thanlofe  thy  fight,] 
30  [Make  hafte  my  days  to  reach  the  goal. 
And  bring  my  heart  to  reft 
On  the  dear  center  of  my  foul, 
My.Godajy  faviour's  bread.]] 
I 


13*  HYMN    XXII.  Bk.  II. 

SI  Mong  ofFratfs  to  God  the  Redwmr. 

j  ir    ET  lilc  old  HeatheDS  tune  ln«*  fons 

Lj   Of  great  Diana  and  of  Jove  ; 
But  the  fwect  theme  that  moves  my  tongne 
Is  my  Redeemer  and  his  love. 
2  Behold  a  God  deicends  and  dies, 
To  fave  my  foai  from  gaping  hell 
How  the  black  gulph  where  fatan  lies. 
Yawn'd  to  receive  me  when  I  fell? 
5  How  juftice  frown'd  and  veng'ance  flood, 
To  drive  me  down  to  endlefs  pain  ! 
Bat  the  great  Son  proposV  his  blood, 
And  beav'nly  wrath  grew  mild  again, 
4  Infinite  lover  !  gracious  Lord  > 
To  thee  be  endlefs  honours  giv'n  ;  ^ 
Thv  wond'rous  name  fliall  be  ador'd. 
B»ound  the  wide  earth,  and  wider  heav'n. 
22   With  God  is  terrible  Majejly. 
i    r-jpERRiBLE  God,  that  reign'ftonhig 
How  awful  is  thy  thundering  hand 
Toy  fiery  bolts,  how  fierce  they  fly  ! 
Nor  can  all  earth  or  hell  withfland, 
2  This  the  old  rebel  angels  knew, 
And  Satan  fell  beneath  thy  frown  : 
Thine  arrows  ttrucls  the  traitor  thro', 
And  weighty  veng'ance  funk  him  down, 
a  Tins  Sodom  felt,  and  feels  it  Hill, 
And  tyirs  beneath  th'eternal  load  ;^ 
'«  \\ :  it'll  tfidlefs  bafnings  who  can  dwell, 
«  Or  bear  the  Fury  or  a  God  t" 
t  TrcmUI^,yc  Tinners,  and  fubroit, 
Throw  down  your  arc1*  before  his  thro 


Bend  your  beads  low  beneath  his  feet, 
Or  his  (Irong  hand  mall  crufh  you  down* 
5^l'k1  ye  blefs'd  Taints,  that  love  him  too, 
^Wiih  rev'Vence  bow  before  his  name  5 
Thus  all  his  heav'nly  fervants  do  : 
God  is  a  bright  and  burning  flame. 

23  >  The  fight  cf  'Cod  and  Cbrifi  in  Heaven. 

ESCEND  from  heav'n  immortaldove 
Stoop  down  and  take  us  on  thy  wings 
And  mount  and  bear  us  far  above 
The  reach  of  thefe  inferior  things  ; 

Beyond,  beyond  this  lower  Iky, 
Up  where  eternal  ages  roll, 
Where  folid  pleafufes  never  die, 
And  fruits  immortal  feaft  the  foul. 

O  for  a  fight,  a  pleafant  fight, 
Of  our  Almighty  father's  throne  ; 
There  fits  our  laviour  crovvn'd  with  lights 
CIothM  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

Adoring  faints  around  him  Itand, 
And  thrones  2nd  pow'rs  before  him  fall  ; 
The  God  mines  gracious  thro'  the  many 
And  fheds  fweet  glories  on  them  all. 

O  what  amazing  joys  they  feel, 
While  to  their  golden  harps  they  fmg 
And  fit  on  ev'ry  hcav'nly  bill., 
And  fpread  the  triumphs  of  their  king  ! 
When  (hall  the  day,  dear  Lord  appear, 
That  I  fnall  mount  to  dwell  above. 
And  fland  and  bow  ainougft  'em  there, 
And  view  thy  face  and  fmg  thy  love  I 


IJ4  HYMN     XXIV.  Bk.IT, 

24,  The  evil  of  Sin  vifible  in  the  jail  of  Angel  f 

and  Men. 

I  "TX/  **en  lne  §reat  builder  arch'd  the,  ikies 
V  V     And  form'd  all  nature  with  a  Word, 
The  joyful  cherubs  tun'd  his  praife 
And  ev'ry  bending  throne  ador'd. 

z  High  in  the  midfl  of  all  the  throng, 
Satan  a  tail  arch-angel  fat, 
Amongft  the  morning  liars*  he  fung, 
Till  iin  deftroy'd  his  heav'nly  (late. 

3  ['Twas  fin  that  hurl'd  him  from  his  throne- 
Grov'ling  in  fire  the  rebel  lies"; 

"  How  art  thou  funk  in  darknefs  down, 
'{  San  of  the  morning, §  from  the  ikies  l"] 

4  And  thus  our  two  firft  parents  flood, 
Till  fin  dtnVd  the  happy  place  ; 
They  loft  their  garden  and  their  God, 
And  ruin'd  all  their  unborn  race. 

5  [So  fprung  the  plague  from  Adam's  pow'r,. 
And  fpread  definition  all  abroad  ; 

Sin  the  curs'd  name,  that  in  one  hour 
, J     Spoil'd  fix  days  labour  of  a  God.  ] 

6  Tremble  my  foul,  and  mourn  for  grief, 
That  fuch  a  foe  mould  feize  thy  bread  ; 
Fly  to  the  lord  for  quick  relief  ; 

O  !  may  he  flay  this  treach'rous  gueft. 

y  Tii en  to  thy  throne  victorious  king. 
Then  to  thy  throne  ou;  fhouts  (hall  rife, 
Thine  everlafting  arm  we  fing; 
For  fin  the  monfter  bleeds  and  dies. 
♦Job,  xxxviii,  7.  §  Ifa,  xiv.  iz. 


HYMN    XXVI.  lis 

2  y  Co mplainivg  of  fpiritual  /loth , 
I   1% /f  Y  drowfy  pow'rs  why  fleep  ye  fo  It 
IVJL  Awake  my  Snggiftl  foul : 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do, 
Yet  nothing's  half  fo  dull. 
z  The  little  ants  for  one  poor  grain, 
Labour  and  tug  and  ftrive  ; 
Yet  we  who  have  a  heav'n  t'obtain, 
How  negligent  we  live  ! 

3  We  for  whofe  fake  all  nature  (lands 

And  ftars  their  courfes  move  ; 
We  for  whofe  guard  the  angel  bands, 
Come  flying  from  above  : 

4  We,  for  whom  God  the  fon  came  down 

And  iabour'd  for  our  good, 
•     How  carelefs  to  fecure  that  crown, 

He  purehas'd  with  his  blood  ! 
|  Lord,  mall  we  He  fo  fluggifli  (till, 

And  never  act  our  pans  / 
"  Come  holy  dove  from  ih'  heav'nly  hill 

And  fit  and  warm  our  hearts. 
6  Then  {hall  our  active  fpirits  move, 
Upward    our  fouls  {hall  rife  ; 
With  hands  of  faith  and  wingsof  love 
We'll  fly  and  take  the  prize. 
26.  God  hivifible. 
I   y     ORD,  we  are  blind,  we  mortals  blind, 
JLj   We  can't  behold  thy  bright  abode  ; 
O'Yis  beyond  a  creature's  mind. 
To  glance  a  thought  halfway  to  God, 
a  Infinite  leagues  beyond  the  Iky 
The  great  eternal  reigns  alone. 


■e  neither  wings  nor  fouls  can  fly, 
ngels  climb  the  toplefs  throne. 


Wh; 

Hot  angeis  climb  the  topi 


ttf  HYMN     XXVIT.  Bk.H. 

aThe  Loi\i  of  glory  builds  his  feat 
Of  gems  infuSerably  bright, 
And  lays  beneath  his  ficred  feet, 
Subitamial  beanis  of  gloomy  night.   . 

4  Yet  glorious  Lord   thy  gracious  eyes 
Look  thro'  and  cheer  us  from  above; 
Bevor.d  our  praife  thy  grandeur  flies : 
Yet  we  adcrc  and  yet  we  love. 

^Praife  ye  him,  all  his  angels.  Pfalm  cxlviii,.2. 

I    s~~\  OD  !   the  eternal  awful  name  ! 

\jj   That  the  whole heav'nlv  army  fears, 
That  {hakes  the  wide  creation's  frame. 
And  fatan  trembles  when  he  hears. 

3  Like  flames  of  fire  his  fervams  are: 
And  light  furrounds  his  dwelling  place; 
But,  O  ye  fiery  flames  declare 

The  brighter  glories  of  his  face. 
i  *Tis  not  for  fuch  poor  worms  as  we, 
To  fpeak  lb  infinite  a  thing  ; 
But  your  immortal  eyes  farvey 
The  beauties  of  your  fov'reign  king. 

4  Tell  how  he  (hews  his  fmiling  face, 
And  clothss  all  heav'n  in  bright  array  j 
Triumph  and  joy  run  thro'  the  place, 

And  longs  eternal  as  the  day. 

5  Speak  (for  you  feel  his  burning  love) 
What  zeal  it  fpreads  thro'  all  your  frames  ; 
That  facred  fire  dwells  all  above, 

For  we  on  earth  have  loft  the  name. 

6  [Sing  of  .'is  pow'r  and  jultice  too, 
Tharintinite  right  hand  of  his, 


HYMN     XXVIII,  137 

That  vanquim'd  fatan  and  his  crew 

And  thunder  drove  them  down  from  b!ifs«1 

7  [What  mighty  florins  of  poifbn'd  darts, 
Were  hurl'd  upon  the  rebels  there  ! 
What  deadful  jav'lins  nail'd  their  hearts 
Fail  to  the  rack's  of  longdefpair-'] 

8  [Shout  to  the  king,  ye  heav'nly  hoft  ; 
You  that  beheld  the  finking  foe  ; 
Firmly  ye  flood  when  thrv  were  loft, 
Praife  the  rich  grace  that  kept  you  fo.] 

9  Proclaim  his  wonders  from  the  ikies, 
Let  every  difiant  nation  hear  ; 
And  while  ye  found  hi*  lofty  praife, 
Let  humble  mortals  bow  and  fear. 

28    Death   and  Eternity, 

1  QTOOP  down  my  thoughts,  that  ufe  to 
jQ  Converfe  awhile  with  Death  :  (rife 
Think  how  a  gaf  >ing  morial  Ijes, 

And  pants  away  his  breatir. 

2  His  qniv'ring  lip  hangs  feeble  down, 

His  pulfe  is  faint  and  few  : 
Thenipeechlefs  with  a  doleful  groan, 
He  bids  the  world  adieu. 
I  But,  O,  the  foul  that  never  dies ! 
At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  ! 
Ye  thoughts  purfue  it  woere  it  flies, 
And  track  its  wond'rous  way. 
4  Up  to  the  courts  where  angels  dwell, 
It  mounts  triumphing  there  ; 
Or  devils  plung  it  down  to  hell, 
In  infinite  defpair. 
j  And  muft  my  body  faint  and  die  ; 
And  muft  this  foul  remove  \ 


Ij8  HYMN    XXX.  Br,  XT, 

Oh,  for  fomc  guardian  angel  nigh, 

To  bear  it  fafe  above. 
6  Jefus  to  thy  dearfakhful  hand 

My  naked  foul  I  truft, 
And  my  fieih  waits  for  thy  command, 

To  drop  into  my  duft. 

29.   Redemption  by  price  and  power, 

JESUS,  with  all  the  faints  above, 
Mv  tongue  would  bear  her  part. 
Would  found  aloud  thy  faving  love, 
And  ling  thy  bleeding  heart 
1  Blefs'd  be  the  lamb  my  deareft  Lord. 
Who  bought  me  with  his  blood, 
And  quench'd  his  father's  flaming  fword 
In  his  own  vital  flood, 
I  The  lamb  that  freed  my  captive  foul 
From  Satan's  heavy  chains, 
And  lent  the  lion  down  to  howl 
Where  hell  and  horror  reigns* 
4  All  glory  to  the  dying  lamb, 
And  never  ceafmg  praife. 
While  Angels  live  ;o  know  his  name, 
Or  fai  ns  to  icel  his  grace. 

30     Heavenly  joy  on  Earth, 
1   [^>*bME  we  that  love  the  Lord 
%^/   And  let  our  Joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  long  with  i'weet  accord 
And  thus  furround  the  throne. 
1  The  forrows  of  the  mind 

Bebaniih'd  from  this  place  ! 
Religion  never  was  dcfignM 
To  makec  ur  pleafures  lefs.3 
3   Let  thofe  refufe  10  fmg, 

That  never  knew  our  God 


IJ9  HYMN    XXX.  Bk.  II, 

Bat  fav*ritesof  the  heav'nly  king 
May  fpeak  their  joys  abroad. 

4  [The  God  that  rules  on  high 
And  thunders  when  he  pleafe^ 

That  rides  upon  the  ftormy  iky 
And  manages  the  feas  ; 

5  This  awful  God  is  ours, 
Our  father  and  our  love  ; 

Ke  ftull  fend  down  his  heav'nly  pow'rs, 
To  carry  us  above. 

6  There  mall  we  fee  his  face. 
And  never,  never  fin  1 

There  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace 
Drink  endlefs  pleafures  in* 

7  Yes,  and  before  we  rife 
To  that  immortal  ftate, 

The  thoughts  of  fuch  amazing  blifs 
Should  conftant  joys  create. 

8  .[The  men  of  grace  have  found 
Glory  begun  below  ; 

Celellisl  fruits  en  earthly  ground, 

From  faith  and  hope  may  grow..} 

9  [The  hill  of  Zion  yields 
A  thonfand  facred  fweets, 

Before  we  reach  the  heav'nly  fields* 
Or  walk  the  golden  flreets. 

10  Then  let  our  fongs  abound 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry  ; 

$3F**rc  marching  thro'  Immanaers  grosin^ 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 
I   2 


14&  HYMN    XXXII,         Bk.  II. 

jr.  Child's prefe,.c j  males  Death  eafy. 

S   TTTHV  Ihonld  we  ftart,and  fear  to  die? 
VV  What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  are 

Death  is  the  gate  of  endlefs  joy, 

And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 
%  The  pains,  the  groans*  and  dying~-ftrife, 

Fright  our  approaching  foals  away  ; 

Still  we  flirink  back  again  to  life  ; 

Fond  of  our  prifon  and  our  clay, 

3  O  !  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 
My  foul  lhould  ftretch  her  wings  in  hade, 
Fly  fearkfs  thro'  death's  iron  gate. 

Nor  feel  the  terrors  hs  ihe  pais'd. 

4  Jefus  can  make  a  dying  b.  d 
Feel  foft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  bread  1  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  fweerly  there. 

$2.     Frailty  ar.d  Folly. 
I   TTOW  fhort  and  hafiy  is  our  life  * 
Jt"l   How  vaft  our  fouls  affairs-' 
Yet  fenfclefs  mortals  vainly  ilrive 
To  lavilhout  their  years. 
1  Our  days  run  thouglulefsly  along, 
Without  a  moments  ftay  ; 
J u ft  like  a  ftory  or  a  fong 
We  pafs  our  lives  away. 
|  God  from  on  high  invites  us  home, 
But  we  march  heedlefs  on, 
And  ever  haiVning  to  the  tomb, 
Stoop  downwards  as  we  run. 
$.   How  we  deferve  the  deepeft  hell, 
That  flight  the  joys  above  ! 


HYMN     XXXIII,  141 

What  chains  of  vengeance  mould  we  feel, 
That  break  fuch  cords  of  love ! 
j  Draw  us,  O  God,  with  fov'reign  grace, 
And  lift  ©ur  thoughts  on  high, 
That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race, 
And  fee  falvation  nigh. 

%lrThe  bUffed  Society  in  Heaven* 

1  "O  Aife  thee,  my  foui,  fly  up,  and  run, 
J[\.  Thro1  ev'ry  heav'nly  ftreet, 
And  fay,  there's  nought  below  the  fun 

That's  worthy  of  thy  feet, 

2  [Thus  will  we  mount  on  facred  wings, 

And  tread  the  courts  above  : 
Nor  earth,  nor  all  her  mightieft  things 
Shall  tempt  our  meaneft.love.] 

3  There  on  a  high  majeftic  throne 

Th'  almighty  father  reigns, 
And  iheds  his  glorious  goodneis  down 
On  ail  the  blifsful  plains. 

4  Bright,  like  a  fun,  the  faviour  fits, 

And  fpreads  eternal  noon  ; 
Noev'ning's  there,  nor  gloomy  nights, 
To  want  the  feeble  moon. 
J  Amidfl  thofe  ever  mining  ikies 
Behold  the  facred  dove, 
While  baniuYd  fin  and  forrow  Hies 
From  all  the  realms  oi  love. 
6  The  glorious  tenants  of  that  place 
Stand  bending  round  the  throne  ; 
And  faints  and  feraphs  fmg  and  praife 
The  infinite  three-one. 
r  [But  O  what  beams  of  heav'nly  grace 
Traufport  them  all  the  while  » 


M2  [HYMN     XXXV.         Bk.IL 

Ten  thoufand  fmilcs  from  Jems'  face 

And  love  in  ev'ry  fmile  i] 
S  Jcfus  !  O  when  fiull  that  dear  day 

That  joyful  hour  appear  ; 
When  1  fhall  leave  this  houfe  of  clay 

To  dwell  among!!  ihem  there. 

54,  Breatfimg  after  the  holy  Spirit  ox,  f erven- 
.  ay  of  Devotion  de fired. 

1  ^lOTlE  Holy  fpirit  heav'nly  dove 
\^j   With  all  thy  quickning  pow'rs, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  facred"  Love 

in  thefe  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  thefe  trifling  toys, 
Car  fouls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  re     h  tternal  joys. 

3  In  yam  wc  time  our  formal  fongs, 

In  vain  we  drive  to  rife 
Kofannas  lanyiiifh  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  Jit s. 

4  Dear  Lord  !  and  (hall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate, 
Our  Sove  lb  faint  (o  cold  to  thee, 
And  th:r-  ;o  us  Co  great  .? 

5  Come  holy  ii'iri:,  heav'nly  dove, 

With  all  thy  quickning  pow'rs, 
Come  Ihcd  abr ■  ani  a  Saviour 's  love, 
And  that  (ball  kindle  ours, 

35  Praife  to  God  for  Creation  and  redemption. 
1   T     ET  them  neglecl  thy  glory  Lord, 

JL~J   Who  never  knew  thy  grace  ; 

But  our  loud  fongs  ihall  flill  recur i 
The  wonders  of  thy  praife. 


HYMN    XXXVI.  ' 

%  We  raife  our  flioiits,  O  God  to  thee, 
And  fend  them  to  thy  throne  ; 
All  glory  to  th'  uniied  three, 
The  undivided  one 

3  'Twas  he  (and  we'll  adore  his  name) 

That  formM  us  by  a  word  ; 
'Tis  he  reftores  oar  ruin'd  frame  : 
Salvation  to  the  Lord  ! 

4  Hofanna,  let  the  earth  and  fides 

Repeat  the  joyful  found  ; 
Rocks  hills  and  vales  reflect  the  voice 
In  one  eternal   round. 

j<<.  Chrift's   inter  ceffion. 
I   'TXT ELL,  the  redeemer's  gone 
V  V     T'appear  before  our  God, 
To  fprinkle  o'er  the  flaming  throne 
With  his  atoning  blood.-. 
z  No  fiery  veng'ance  now, 

No  burning  wrath  comes  down  | 
If  juflice  calls  for  finners'  blood 
The  faviour  Ihows  his  own. 

3  Before  his  father's  eye 
Our  humble  fuit  he  moves, 

The  father  lays  his  thunder  by, 

And  looks,  and  {miles,  and  loves, 

4  Now  may  our  Joyful  tongues 
Our  maker's  honour  Ting  ; 

Jefas  the  prijefl  receives  our  fongs, 
And  bears  them  to  the  king, 
j   [We  bow  before  his  face, 
And  found  his  glories  high  ; 

«  Hofanna  to  the  God  of  grace 

"  That  lays  his  thunder  by."] 


14  i        HY  M  N     XXXVIL        Bk.  II. 

6  (t  On  earth  thy  mercy  reigns, 

And  triumphs  all  above," 
But  Lord,  how  weak  are  mortal  {trains 
To  fpeak  immortal  love  ! 
7  How  jarring   and  how  low 
Arc  all  the  notes  we  fing  ; 
Sweet  f  iviour,  tunc  onr  fongs  anew, 
And  they  fliall  pleafe  the  king  ! 
$lThs  Same. 
i   T    IFT  up  your  eyes  to  th'  heav'nly  feats 
fl   J   Where  your  redeemer  flays  ; 
Kind  interccflbr  there  he  fits 

And  loves,  and  pleads,  and  prays, 
%  'Twas  well,  my  foul  he  dy'd  for  thee 
And  (lied  his  vital  blood  ; 
Appeas'd  ftern  jufticc  on  the  tree, 
And  then  arofe  to  God. 

3  Petitions  now  and  praife  may  rife, 

And  flints  their  ofr'rings  bring, 
Theprieft  with  his  own  facrifice 
Prefents  them  to  the  king, 

4  [Let  papifts  trufl  what  names  they  pleafe 

Their  faints  and  angels  boaft  : 
We've  no  fuch  advocates  asthefe, 
Nor  pray  to  the  heav'nly  hoft/} 
%  Jefis  alone  (hall  bear  my  cries 
Up  to  the  father's  throne  ; 
He  deareft  Lord  *  perfumes  my  fighs, 
And  fweetens  ev'ry  groan. 
6  [Ten  thoufand  praifestothe  king, 
"  Hofanna  in  the  high'ft'" 
Ten  thoufand  thanks  our  fpirits  bring; 
To  God,  and  to  his  Chrifl.] 


HYMN    XXXIX.  145* 

38.     Love  to  God, 

1  I    TAppy  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 
JL  I    Where  love  infpires  the  breaft  : 
Love  is  thebrighteit  of  the  train, 

And  ftrengthens  ail  the  reft. 

2  Knowledge,  alas!  'tis  all  in  vain, 

And  all  in  vain  our  fear  ; 
Our  fLibborn  fins  will  fight  and  reign. 

If  love  be  abfent  there. 
J  *Tis  love  that  makes  our  cheerful  fees 

In  fwift  obedience  move 
The  devils  know  and  tremble  too  ; 

Bat  faun  cannot  love. 

4  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  lings. 

When  faith  and  hope  ill  a  1 1  ceafe  ; 
'Tis  this  fttall  ftrike  our  joyful  firings 
In  the  fweet  realms  or  blifs. 

5  Before  we  quite  forfake  our  clay, 

Or  leave  this  dark  abode, 
The  wings  of  love  bare  us  away 
To  fee  our  fmiling  God. 

29.   Th  ejkort 'nt fs  and  mlfery  of  life. 

1  ^\UR  days,  alas  !  our  mortal  days 
%^J?    Are  ihort  and  wretched  too ; 

5*  Evil  anSfew*'*  the  patriarch  f3ys  : 
And  well  the  patriarch  knew, 

2  *Tis  bnt  at  beft  a  narrow  bound 

That  heaven  allows  to  men, 
And  pains  and  iins  run  thro*  the  round 
Oi  three  fcore years  and  ten. 
5  Well  if  ye  mull  be  fad  and  few. 
Run  on  my  days  in  hafte  -3 
*  Gen,  xlvii,  o. 


t4*  HYMN      XLI.  Bk.1I 

Moments  of  fin,  and  months  of  woe, 

Ye  cannot  fly  too  fa  ft. 
4  Let  heav'nly  love  prepare  my  foul, 

And  call  her  to  the  fides, 
Where  years  of  long  falvation  roll. 

And  glory  never  dies. 

^oOur  comfort  m  the  covenant  made  withChfi 

1  /~V  UR  God  how  firm  his  prornife  ftand: 
V_y    Ev'n  when  he  hides  his  face  ! 

He  trufts  in  our  Redemer's  hands, 
His  glory  and  his  grace. 

2  Then  why  my  foul,  thefe  fad  complaints 

Since  Chrift  and  we  are  one  ? 
Thy  God  is  faithful  to  his  faints, 
Is  faithful  to  his  fon. 

3  Beneath  his  fmiles  my  heart  has  liv'd 

And  part  of  heav'n  poffefs'd  ; 
I  praife  his  name  for  grace  receiv'd, 
And  truft  him  for  the  reft. 

4 1.   A fight  of  God  mortifies  us  to  the  World 

1  [TTP  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie, 

U    And  living  water's  genrly  rol1, 
Fain  would  my  thoughts  leap  out  and  £y, 
But  fin  hangs  heavy  on  my  foul. 

2  Thy  wond'rous  blood  dear  dying  Chrift 
Can  make  this  world  of  guilt  remove  j 
And  thou  canft  bear  me  where  thou  fly'ft 
On  thy  kind  wings,  celeftial  dove  ! 

3  O  might  I  once  mount  up  and  fee, 
The  glories  of  th'  eternal  fkies, 
What  little  things  thefe  worlds  waild  It 
How  dcfpicalle  to  my  eyes] 


HYMN    XLIL  14I 

$  Had  I  a  glance  of  thee  ray  God, 
Kingdoms  and  men  would  vanifh  Toon  ; 
Vanifh  as  tlio'  Ifaw  them  nor, 
As  a  dim  candle  dies  at  noon. 
;  T-han  they  might  fight  and  rage  and  rave  ; 
I  lhould  perceive  the  noife  no  more 
Than  we  can  hear  a  making  leaf, 
While  rattling  thunders  round  us  roar. 
6  Great  all  in  all  /  eternal  king! 
Let  mc  but  view  thy  lovely  face, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  fhall  bow  and  fmg, 
Thine  endlclsgrandeur  and  thy  grace. 

42,  Delight  in  God. 

I    *T\ /T  Y  God  what  endlefs  pleafnres  dwell 
J.VJL  Above  at  thy  right  hand/ 
Thy  courts  below  how  amiable, 
Where  all  thy  graces  ftand  ! 
i  The  fwallow  near  thy  temple  liesp 
And  chirps  a  cheerful  note  ; 
The  lark  mounts  upwards  to  the  fkies5 
And  tunes  his  warbling  throat. 

3  And  \?e  when  in  thy  prefence,  Lord, 

We  fhout  with  joyful  tongues  ; 

Or  fitting  round  our  father's  board, 

We  crown  the  fealt  with  fongs, 

4  While  Jefus  mines  with  quick'ning  grace. 

We  ling  and  mount  on  high  ; 
3ut  if  a  frown  becloud  his  face, 
We  faint,  and  tire,  and  die. 

5  Juft  as  we  fee  the  lonefome  dove 

Bemoan  her  widow'd  (late, 
Vand'ring  fhe  flies  thro*  all  the  grove 
And  mourns  her  loving  mate, 


'N" 


I4S  H  Y  M  N    XLItl.        Bk.  II. 

6  Tuft  To  our  thoughts  from  thing  to  thing 
In  rcfttefs  circles  rove. 
Tuft  fo  we  droop  and  bang  the  wing, 
When  Jcfus  hides  his  love.] 
43.  Chnd's  Sufferings  and  CJory.   . 

OW  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praifc 
To  great  Jehovah's  equal  fon  ! 
Awake  my  voice  in  heav'nly  lays, 
Tell  the  loud  wonders  he  hath  done. 
Sine  how  he  left  the  worlds  of  light,' 
And  the  bright  robes  he  wore  above  ; 
How  iwif-and  joyful  was  his  flight, 
On  wings  of  everlafting  love, 
mown  to  this  bafe,  this  fintul  earth 
He  came  to  raife  our  nature  high  ; 
He  came  t'  atone  almighty  wrath, 
Tefus,theGod  was  born  to  die.] 
rHell  and  its  lions  roar'd  around  ; 
His  precious  blood  the  monfter fpih  ; 
While  weighty  forrows  prefs'd  him  oowr. 
Large  as  the  loads  of  all  our  guilt.] 
;  D-ep  in  the  (hades  of  gloomy  deatn, 
Th'  Almighty  captive  pns'ner  lay  ; 
Th'  Almightv  captive  left  the  earth 
Androfeto  evcrlafting  day. 
!?  Lift  up  your  eyes  ye  Cons  of  light, 
Up  to  his  throne  of  ftnninggracc  ; 
See  what  immortal  glories  fit 
Round  the  fwect  beauties  of  his  face  | 
m  Amanffft  *  thoufand  harps  and  fongs, 
Tcfus  the  God,  exalted  reigns, 
feis  facred  name  fills  all  the.r  tongues, 
And  echo's  thro' th' heav'nly  plains. 


H  ni  N    XLV.  149 

44.  Hell,  or,  The   vengeance  of  God, 

fur  it  Hho]y  f*ear  and  hambie  fons» 

V  V     The  dreadful  God  our  fouls  adore  1 
Rev'rence  and  awe  becomes  the  tongue 
That  fpeaks  the  terrors  of  his  pow'r. 
Far  in  the  deep  where  darknefs  dwells, 
The  land  of  horror  and  defpair, 
Tnftice  has  built  a  difmal  hell. 
And  laid  her  {lores  of  veng'ance  there. 
i  Eternal  plagues  and  heavy  chains, 
'  Torments  and  racks  and  fiery  coals, 
And  darts  t'  inflift  immortal  pains 
Dipt  in  the  blood  of  damned  fouls. 

4  There  fatan  the  firft  firmer  lies, 
And  roars,  and  bites  his  iron  bands  j 
In  vain  the  rebel  ftrives  to  nfe,  ■ 
Crufh'd  with  the  weight  of  both  toy  bands. 

5  There  guilty  ghofts  of  Adam's  race 
Shriek  out  and  howl  beneath  thy  rod  i 
Once  they  could  fcorn  a  faviour's  grace, 
But  they  incens'd  a  dreadful  God. 

6  Tremble  my  foul  and  kifs  the  fon  ; 
S'mner,  obey  thy  faviour's  call  ; 
Elfe  your  damnation,  hadetis  on, 

And  hell  gapes  wide  to  wait  your  fall. 

4. 5.  God's  condefcenfion  to  our  worjhip. 

j  r^pHY  favours,  Lord,  forprife  our  fouls  I 

1       Will  the  eternal  dwell  with  us  ? 

^hat  canft  thou  find  beneath  the  poles 

To  tempt  thy  chariot  downward  tuns  . 
i  Still  mdto  he  fill  his  ftarry  throne, 

Jnd  plrafe  his  ears  with  Gabriel's  fongs  : 


I5&  HYMN    XL VI.         Bk.  II 

Bat  th'  heav'nly  majefly  comes  down 
And  bows  to  harken  to  our  toagues. 
5  Great  God  !  what  poor  returns  we  pay 
For  love  fo  infinite  as  thine  / 
Words  are  but  air,  and  tongues  but  clay  ; 
But  thy  companion's  all  divine. 

46.  God's  Ccndefcenfion  to  human  Affairs, 

I  T  TP  to  the  Lord  that  reigns  on  high, 
\_J    And  views  the  nations  from  afar, 
Let  everlafting  praifes  fly, 
And  fell  how  large  his  bounties  are. 

a  [He  that  can  (hake  the  worlds  he  made, 
Or  with  his  word,  or  with  his  rod  ; 
His  goodnefs  how  amazing  great  ! 
And  what  a  condefcending  God  \~] 

$   [God  that  nui ft  (loop  to  view  the  ikies 
And  bow,  to  fee  what  angels  do, 
Down  to  the  earth  he  calls  his  eyes. 
And  bends  hisfoorflei  s  downward  too,] 

4  He  over-rules  all  mortal  things, 
And  manages  our  mean  affairs  j 
On  humble  fouls  the  king  of  kings, 
Bellows  his  counfels  and  his  cares. 

5  Our  forrows  and  our  tears  we  pour, 
Into  the  bofom  of  our  God  : 

He  hears  us  in  the  mournful  hour 
And  helps  to  bear  the  heavy  load. 

6  In  vain  might  lofty  princes  try 
Such  condefcenfion  10  perform  ! 
For  worms  was  never  rais'd  fo  high 
Above  the  meanefl  fellow-worm. 

7  O  could  our  thankful  hearts  devile 
A  tribute  equal  to  thy  grace, 


HYMN    XLV1II.  Ht 

To  the  third  heav'n  our  fongs  mould  rife 
And  teach  the  golden  harps  thy  praife. 
47,  Glory  and  GracewtheperfonofChrtft 

NOW  to  the  Lord  a  noble  fong  ! 
Awake  my  foal,  awake  my  tougu«  g 
Hofanna  to  th'  eternal  name. 
And  all  his  bouadlefs  love  proclaim. 

See  where  it  ihines  in  Jems'  faee, 
The  brighten:  image  of  his  grace  ; 
God  in  the  perfon  of  his  fon, 
Has  all  his  mightieft  works  outdone  § 

Thefpacions  earth  and  fprea ding  flood, 
Proclaim  the  wife  and  powerful  God  | 
And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar, 
Sparkle  in  every  rolling  ftar. 

But  in  his  looks  a  glory  fUnds, 
The  noblefl  labour  of  thine  hands  j 
The  pleafing  Inftre  of  his  eyes 
Outfhines  the  wonders  of  the  fkies, 

Grace  !   'tis  a  fweet  a  charming  theme  ; 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jefus'  name  ; 
Ye  angels  dwell  upon  the  found  ; 
Ye  heav'ns  reflect  it  to  the  ground  \ 

O  may  Hive  to  reach  the  place 
"Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face  ! 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
And  fmg  his  name  to  harps  of  gold  ! 
.48.  Love  to  the  creatures  is  dangerous. 

HOW  vain  are  all  things  here  below  / 
How  falfe  and  yet  how  fair  ! 
Kach  pleafure  hath  its  poiion  too; 
And  ev'ry  fweet  a  fnarc. 


i?a  H  Y  M  N  XLIX.  Bk 

2  The  briglncft  things  below  the  fky 

Give  but  a  fUtt'ring  light  ; 
We  mould  fufpeffc  fome  danger  nigh 
Where  we  poffefs  delight. 

3  Our  deareft:  joys  and  neareft  friends, 

The  partners  of  our  blood  ; 
How  they  dts'ide  our  wav'ring  minds  t 
And  leave  but  half  for  God. 

4  The  fondnefs  of  a  creature's  love, 

How  ftrong  it  ftrikes  the  fenfe  ! 
Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

5  Dear  faviour  !  let  thy  beauties  be 

My  fours  eternal  food  ; 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  good. 

49.  Mo/es  dying  in  the  embraces  of  Gc 

j   "T^Eath  cannot  make  our  fouls  afraid 
jLJ    If  God  be  with  us  there  ; 
We  may  walk  thro*  its  darkeH  fliade, 
Aflff  never  yield  to  fear. 

2  1  could  renounce  my  all  below, 

If  my-  creator  bid  ; 
And  run  if  I  were  call'd  to  go, 
And  die  as  Moles  did. 

3  Might  I  but  climb  to  Pifgah's  top, 

And  view  the  promis'd  land  ; 
My  fleih  it fc If  would  long  to  drop, 
And  pray  for  the  command. 

4  Clafp'd  in  my  heav'nly  father's  arm1!! 

I  would  forget  my  breath, 
And  lofe  my  life  among  the  charms    ! 
Of  fo  divine  a  death. 


HYMN    LI.  i?3 

50,  CowfortJ  under  forroiv  and  pain. 

1  "VTOW  let  the  Lord  my  faviour  frnile  ; 
J_^     And  (hew  my  name  upon  his  heart  ; 
I  would  forget  my  pains  awhile 

And  in  the  pleafure  lofe  the  fmart. 

2  But  O  !  it  fwells  my  forrows  high 
To  fee  my  blefTed  Jefus  frown  ; 
My  fpirits  fmk,  my  comforts  die, 
And  all  the  fpiings  of  life  are  down. 

3  Yet  why  my  foul,  why  thefe  complaints  \ 
Still  while  he  frowns  his  bowels  move,; 
Still  on  his  heart  he  bears  his  faints 
And  feels  their  forrov/s  and  his  love. 

4  My  name  is  printed  on  his  bread, 
His  book  of  me  contains  my  name 
I'd  rather  have  it  there  imprefs'd 
Than  in  the  bright  records  of  fame. 

5  When  the  lafl  fire  burns  all  things  here, 
Thofe  letters  (hall  fecurely  (land, 

And  in  the  Lamb's  fair  book  appear, 
Writ  by  ill*  eternal  Father's  hand. 

6  Now  mall  my  minutes  fmoothly  run, 
Whilft  here  I  wait  my  father's  will ! 
My  rifing  and  my  letting  fun, 

Roll  gently  up  and  down  the  hi-il, 
51.  God  the  Son  equal  ivith  the  Father , 
Right  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God 
Our  fpirits  bo\y  before  thy  feat  j 
To  thee  we  lift  a  humble  thought, 
'  And  worfhip  at  thine  awful  feet. 
2-  [Thy  pow'r  hath  form'd,  thy  wifdom  fway*. 
All  nature  with  a  fov'reign  word  ; 
And  the  bright  world  of  liars  obeys 
The  will  of  i heir  jhpericr  Lord,] 


?4  HYMN      L1J.  Bk.  IIk 

[Mercy  and  truth  unite  in  one, 

And  fmiling  fit  at  thy  right  hand  ; 

Eternal  juftice  guards  thy  throne  ; 

And  veng'ance  waits  thy  dread  command.] 

A  thoufand  feraphs  ftrong  and  bright 

Stand  round  the  glorious  Deity  ; 

But  who  amongft  the  fons  of  light 

pretends  cornparifon  with  thee  ? 

Yet  there  is  one  of  human  frame, 

jefus  array'd  in  flefh  and  blood, 

Thinksit  no  robbery  toclaim 

A  full  equality  with  God, 

Their  glory  fliines  with  equal  beams, 

Their  tffcnce  is  forever  one  ; 

Tho'  they  are  known  by  different  names, 

The  Father  God,  and  Goo*  fhe  Son, 

Then  let  the  name  of  Chrifl  our  king 

With  equal  honours  be  ador'd  ; 

Kis  praife  let  ev'ry  angel  fing, 

And  all  the  nations  own  the  Lord.] 

$2  Death  dreadful  or  delightful. 

DEATH   \  'tis  a  melancholy  day 
To  thofe  that  have  no  God. 
When  the  poor  foul  is  fore'd  away, 

To  feek  herlafl:  abode-. 
In  vain  to  heav'n  fhe  lifts  her  eyes  ; 

But  guilt,  a  heavy  chain, 
S:ill  drags  her  downward  from  the  fkies, 

To  darknefs  fire  and  pain. 
Awake  and  mourn  ye  heirs  of  hell, 

Let  ftubborn  finners  fear 
You  muft  be  driv'n  from  earth  and  dwell 
Along  fcrever  there. 


HYMN     LIII.  I5f 

4  Sec  how  the  pit  gapes  wide  for  you 

And  flashes  in  your  face  ; 
And  thou,  my  foul,  look  downward  too 

And  fing  reeov'ring  grace. 
y  He  is  a  God  of  fcv -reign  love 

That  promis'd  heav'n  to  me, 
And  taught  my  thoughts  to  foar  above 

Where  happy  fpirits  be. 

5  Prepare  me  Lord  for  thy  right  hand. 

Then  come  the  joyful  day, 
Come  dea.th  and  fome  celeftial  band 
To  bear  my  foul  away. 
53.  The  plgrhnage  of  the  faints  \  or,   Earth 
and  Heave7t* 

1  "       ORD  i  ^vvhat  a  wretched  land  is  this 
JLj   That  yields  us  no  flipply, 

No  cheering  fruits,  no  wholefome  trees, 
Nor  flreams  of  living  joy  ? 

2  But  pricking  thorns  thro'  all  the  ground 

And  mortal  poifons  grow  * 
And  all  the  rivers  that  are  found, 
With  dang'rous  waters  flow, 
z  Yet  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode, 
Lies  thro'  this  horrid  land  : 
Lord  /  we  would  keep  the  heav'nly  road 
And  run  ai  thy  cpfn&aiicj. 
4  [Cor  fouls  mall  tread  the  dtfart  thro* 
With  undiverted  feet  : 
And  faith  and  flaming  zeal  fubdue 
The  terrors  that  we  meet, ~] 
%  [A  thoufand  favage  beails  of  prey 
Around  the  foreft  roam  ; 
.gut  judah's  Lion  guards  the  way, 
And  guides  the  grangers  home,] 

¥■  * 


If*  HYMN    LIV.         Bk,  IIv 

6  Long  nights  and  darknefs  dwell  below 

With  fcarce  a  twinkling  ray  ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  we  go. 
Is  eveflaiHng  day.] 

7  [By  glimm'ring  hopes  arid  gloomy  fears 

We  trace  the  facrcd  road, 
Thro'  difmal  deeps  and  dang'rous  ftiares 
We  make  our  way  to  God. 

8  Our  Journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 

But  we  inarch  upwards  /till  ; 
Forget  thefe  throables  of  the  way> 
And  reach  at  Z^on's  hill, 
o  [See  the  kind  angels  at  the  gates 
In-vicing  us  to  come  ! 
There  Jcfus  the  fore-runner  waits, 
To  welcome  travelers  home  !] 

10  There  on  a  green  and  flow'ry  mount 

O     w  e  a  ry  Son  1  s  (1  ia  1 1  fi t, 
And  with  tranfporting  joys  recount, 
rhe  Labours  of  our  feet, 

11  [No  vain  difcourle  Hi  all  fill  our  tongue, 

Nor  trifles  vex  onr  ear, 
Infinite  grace  {hall  fill  our  Tongs, 

And  God  rejoice  to  hear.] 
Eternal  Glory  to  the  king 

That  brought  us  fafely  through, 
Oar  tongues  (hall  never  ceafe  to  fing, 

And  end-It  fs  praife  renew. 

f4.  God's  Pr (fence  is  Light  in  Darknefs* 
3    ]\/f  Y  God  '.the  fpring  of  all  my  joys* 
1VJL   The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  bf  my  nights  1 


H  Y  M  N     XV.  £57 

In  darkcft  Shades  if  he  appear^ 

My  dawning  is  begun  ! 
He  is  my  foul's  fwret  morning  Mar,* 

And  he  my  riling  fun. 
The  op'ning  Heav'ns  around  me  mine 

With  beams  of  facred  blifs, 
While  Jefus  fhews  his  hern  is  mine, 

And  whifpers,  "  I  am  his  l** 
My  foul  would  leave  this  he^vy  clay 

At  that  tranfporting  Word, 
Run  up  with  joy  the  mining  way 

T'  embrace  my  deareft  Lord, 
Fearlefsof  hell  and  ghaftly  death, 

I'd  break  thro'  ev'ry  foe  ; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith^ 

Should  bear  me  conqu'ror  thro'. 

55.  Frail  Life  a.nd  Succeeding  Eternity  a 

THEE  we  adore,  eternal  name! 
And  humbly  own  to  thee, 
How  feeble  is  our  mortd  frame, 

What  dying  worms  arc  we. 
[Our  wafting  lives  grow  morter  flill. 

As  monch's  and  days  increafe  : 
And  ev'ry  beating  pulfe  we  tell 

Leaves  but  the  number  lefs. 
The  year  rolls  round  and  deals  away 

The  breath  that  firfl  it  gave 
Whate'er  we  do,  whate'er  we  be. 

We're  traveling  to  the  £ravc,j 
Daagers  Hand  thick  thro'  all  the  ground 

To  pu{h  us  to  the  tomb  ; 
And  fierce  difeafes  wait  around, 

To  hurry  mortals  home.  / 


i53  HYMN     LVI.  Bk.IL 

5  Good  God  /  on  what  a  (lender  thread 

Hang  everiafting  things  / 
The  eternal  ftates  of  all  the  deadj 
Upon  life's  feeble  firings. 

6  Infinite  joy  or  endlefs  woe 

Abends  on  ev'ry  breath  ; 
And  yet  how  unconcern'd  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death  / 

7  Waken  O  Lord  our  d row fy  fenfe, 

To  walk  thisdang'rous  road  ; 
And  if  our  fouls  are  hurry'd  hence, 
Mei'/  they  be  found  with  God. 
$6.  The  mifery  of 'being  without  God  /*  ihh 
World,  or  vain  prcjpertty. 

1  >.s  O,  1  (hall  envy  them  no  more 
X^t  W no  grow  profanely  great, 
Tho'  they  increafe  their  golden  flore, 

And  rife  to  wond'rous  height. 

2  They  taileof  a  1. the  joys  that  grow 

Upon  this  earthly  clod  / 
Well  they  may  Pearch  the  creature  thro* 
For  they  have  ne'er  a  God 

3  Shake  off  the  thoughts  of  dying  too, 

And  think  your  life  your  own, 
But  death  comes haft'nin'g  on  to  yon, 
To  'now  your  glory  down. 

4  Yes    you  mull  bow  your  (lately  head, 

Away  your  Jplrir  flies, 
An  '  no  kind  ange'  near  your  bed 
Fo  bear  it  :o  the  Ikies. 

5  Go  now  and  hoaft  of  all  your  (lores, 

And  tell  how  bright  you  Ihine  : 
Your  heaps  of»glirt'ring  dud  are  yours> 
And  my  Redeemer's  mine. 


HYMN    LVIII.  i^ 

J7.  The  pleafures  ofagoodConfcience. 

t    ¥     ORD  how  fecure  and  blefs'd  are  they 
JL^  Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardon'd  fin  ! 
Should  ftorms  of  wrath  make  earth  andfea. 
Their  minds  have  heav'n  and  peace  within, 

%  The  day  glides  fwiftly  o'er  their  heads, 
Made  up  of-kinocence  and  love  ; 
And  feft  and  iilent  as  the  {hades' 
Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 

3  [Quick  as  their  thoughts  their  joys  comeotl5 
But  fly  not  half  fo  fwift  away  : 
There  fouls  are  ever  bright  as  noon. 
And  calm  as  fummer  ev'nings  be. 

4.  How  oft  they  look  to  th5  heav'nly  hills, 
Where  groves  of  living  pleafure  g?®w  ; 
And  longing  hopes  and  cheerful  fmiles, 
Sit  undifturb'd  upon  their  brow,] 

5  They  fcorn  to  feek  our  golden  toy's, 
But  fpend  the  day  and  ihare  the  night, 
In  numb'ring  o'er  the  richer  joys 
That  heav'n  prepares  for  their  delight. 

£  While  wretched  we,  like  worms  and  moles 
Lie  grov'ling  in  the  dull  below  ;, 
Almighty  grace  renew  our  fouls, 
And  we'll  afpire  to  glory  too. 

58,  The  Jkortnefi  of  Life*  and  the  Goeinefs  cf 
God. 

1  rlp  IME  wha't  an  .empty  vapour  'tis  ! 

JL     And  days,  how  fwrft  they  are  ! 
Swift  as  an  indian  arrow  flies, 
Or  like  a  (booting  ftar. 

2  [The  prefent  moments  juft  appear 

Then  flide  away  in  hade, 
.K  a 


*6o  .HYMN    L!a.  Bk.  I 

That  we  can  never  fay,  "  They're  here" 
Bat  only  fay,  "They're  part." 

3  Our  life  is  ever  on  the  wing, 

And  death  is  ever  nigh  ; 
The  moftTenl  when  our  lives  begin, 
We  all  begin  to  die 

4  Yet,  mighty  God  !  our  fleeting  days 

Thy  1.) fling  favours  fhare, 
Yet  with  the  bounties  of  thy  grace 
Thou  ioad'it  the  rolling  year. 

5  'Tis  foy'reign  Mercy  finds  us  food, 

And  we  are  cloath'd  with  love  : 
While  gr^ce  Pands  pointing  out  the  road> 
That  leads  our  fouls  above. 

6  His  goodnefs  runs  an  endlefs  round  ; 

Ail  glory  to  the  Lord, 
His  mercy  never  knows  a  bound  ; 
And  be  his  name  ador'd  ! 

7  Thus  we  begin  the  lading  fong  ; 

And  when  we  clofe  our  eyes, 
Let  the  next  age  thy  praife  prolong, 
'Till  time  and  nature  dies, 

59.   Paradife  on  Earth. 
•I   ^1  Lory  ro  God  that  walks  the  fl<y, 
VJF  And  fends  his  bleffings  thro*  j 
That  tells  his  faints  of  joys  on  high, 
And  gives  a  rafte  be.low, 
i   TGory  to  God  that  floops  his  throne, 
That  duft  and  worms  may  fee't, 
And  brings  a  glimpfc  of  glory  dowu, 
Aronnd-his  facred  feet. 
%  When  Chrifl  with  all  bis  graces  crown'4 
Sheds    his  kil  c  kccfrs  abmd, 


HYMN     LX0  x6? 

*Tisa  young  heav'n  on  earthly  ground, 
And  glory  in  the  bud, 

4  A  blooming  paradife  of  joy 

In  this  wild  Defert  fprings, 
And  ev'ry  fenfe  I  ftrait  employ 
On  fweet  celeftial  things. 

5  White  lilies  all  around  appear, 

And  each  his  glory  mows  ; 
The  rofe  of  (haron  biofToms  here, 
The  faireil  flower  that  blows. 

6  Cheerful  I  feaft  on  heav'nly  fruit, 

And  drink  thepleafures  down, 
Pleafures  that  flow  hard  by  the  iooc 
Of  the  eternal  throne.] 

7  But  ah  !  how  foon  my  joys  decay  ! 

How  foon  my  fins  arife  ! 
And  fnatch  the  heav'nly  fcene  away 
From  thefe  lamenting  eyes  • 
$  When  mail  the  time,  dear  Jefus  !  whsa 
The  mining  day  appear, 
That  I  fliall  leave  thefe  clouds  of  fin 
And  guilt  and  darknefs  here  ? 
9  Up  to  the  fields  above  the  flues, 
My  hafty  feet  would  go, 
There  everlafling  flowr's  arifef 
And  joys  unwith'ring  grow. 

*o. .  The  truth  of  God  the  promifir :  or,  The 
Frof/iijes  are  our  Security, 

t   TJRaife,  everlafling  praife;  be  p2id 
Jt      To  him  that  earth's  foundation  laid  : 
Praife  to  the  God  whofe  flrong  decrees 
Sway  the  creation  as  he  pleafe. 


%6%  HYMN    LXI.        Bk.  IU 

2  Praife  to  the  goodnefs  of  the  Lord, 
Who  rales  his  people  by  his  word, 
And  there  as  ftrong  as  his  decrees, 
He  fets  his  kindeft  promifes. 

I  [Firm  arc  the  words  his  prophets  give, 
Sweet  words  on  which  his  children  live  : 
Each  of  them  is  the  voice  of  God, 
Who  fpoke,  and  fpread  the  ikies  abroad. 

4  Each  of  them  pow'rful  as  that  found 
That  bid  the  new  made  world  go  round  ; 
And  ftronger  than  the  folid  poles 

On  which  the  wheel  of  nature  rolls.] 

5  Whence  then  ihouid  doubts  and  fears  arife  ? 
Why  trickling  forrows  drown  our  eyes  I 
Slowly,  alas !  our  mind  receives 

The  comforts  that  our  maker  gives. 

6  O  for  a  (trong  and  lafting  faith 

To  credit  what  the  almighty  faith  ! 
T'embrace  the  meflage  of  his  fon, 
And  call  the  joys  of  heav'n  our  own. 

7  Then  fliould  the  earth's  old  pillars  make, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break, 

Our  fteady  fouls  would  fear  no  more 
Than  folid  Rocks  when  billows  roar. 

8  Our  evcrlafting  Hopes  arife 
Above  the  ruinable  fkies, 
Where  the  eternal  builder  reigns, 
And  his  own  courts  his  pow'r  fuftains. 

6l.  A  Thought  of  Death  and  Glory , 

i    "TV  /TY  foul  come  meditate  the  day, 
JlVX  And  think  how  near  it  flands, 
When  thou  muft  quit  this  houfe  of  Clay, 
And  fly  to.unknowri  Lands. j 


. -  - 


HYMN     LXIL  i6| 

i  [And  you,  mine  eyes,  look  down  and  view 
The  hollow  gaping  tomb  ; 
This  gloomy  prifon  waits  for  you, 
Whene'er  the  fummons  come.j 

|  O  !  could  we  die  with  thofe  that  die., 

And  place  us  in  their  ftead  j 

Then  would  our  fpirits  learn  to  fly, 

And  converfe  with  the  dead  s 

4  Then  mould  we  fee  the  faints  above, 
In  their  own  glorious  forms, 
And  wonder  why  eur  fouls  mould  love 
To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 

^  [How  we  mould  fcorn  thefe  cloth's  of  fleflu 
Thefe  Fetters  and  this  Load  j 
And  long  for  ev'ning  to  undrefs, 
That  we  may  reit  with  God .] 

6  We  mould  almoft  forfake  our  clay 
Before  the  fummons  come, 
And  pray,  and  wifh  our  fouls  away 
To  their  eternal  home. 

6  2.  God  the  Thunderer  i  or,  The  I afi  Judgment 

and  Hell* 
%  Q  1NG  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'nly  hofls  ; 
k3  And  thou,  O  earth,  adore  : 
Let  death  and  hell  thro'  all  their  coaib 
Stand  trembling  at  his  pow'r. 

%  His  founding  Chariot  makes  the  iky, 
He  makes  the  clouds  his  throne, 
There  all  his  fiores  of  Light'ning  lie, 
Till  vengeance  darts  them  down. 

*  Made  in  a  great  Storm  of  Thunder, 
Augufl  20  1697. 


j64  HYMN    LXIII.        Bk.  11, 

3  His  noftriH's  breathe  out  iiery  ftreams, 

And  from  his  awful  tongue, 
A  fov'reign  voice  divides  the  flames, 
And  thunder  roars  along. 

4  Think,  O  my  foul,  the  dreadful  day. 

When  thisincenfed  God 
Shall  rend  the  fky,  and  burn  the  fea, 
And  fling  his  wrath  abroad. 

5  What  dull  the  wretch  the  iinnerdol 

He  once  defy*d  the  Lord  } 
But  he  mall  dread  the  thund'rer  now 
And  link  beneath  his  word. 

6  Tempefts  of  angry  fire  {hall  roll 

To  blaft  the  rebel-worm, 
And  beat  upon  his  naked  foul 
In  one  eternal  llorm. 

63.     A  Funeral  thought* 
x  T  IT  ARK  !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  found 
JL  X  My  ears  attend  the  cry  ; 
"  Ye  living  men  come  view  the  ground 
Where  you  mult  fhortly  lie. 
£  Princes  this  clay  mud  be  your  bed, 
In  fpite  of  all  your  tow'rs  ! 
The  tali  the  wife  the  rev'rend  head, 
Mult  lie  as  low  as  ours." 

3  Great  God  •  is  this  our  certain  doom  t 

And  are  we  ftill  fecurc  1 
Still  walking  downward  to  our  tomb, 
And  yet  prepare  no  more  ? 

4  Grant  us  the  pow'r  of  quickning  Grace 

'To  fit  our  fouls  to  fly 
Then  when  we  drop  this  dying  fleflv, 
We'll  rife  above  the  iky. 


HYMN   LXV.  x6f 

£4.  God  the  glory  and  defence  ofZion. 

I   TlJAppy  the  church  thou  facred  place, 
1-J-  The  feat  of  thy  creator's  grace, 
Thy  holy  courts  are  his  abode  : 
Thou  earthly  palace  of  our  God. 

^  Thy  walls  are  ftrength,  and  at  thy  gates 
A  guard  of  heavenly  warriors  waits  ; 
Nor  mall  thy  deep  foundations  move, 
Fix'd  on  hiscounfels  and  his  love. 

3  Thy  foes  in  vain  defigns  engage, 
Againit  his  throne  in  vain  they  rage  ? 
Like  rifing  waves  with  angry  roar, 
That  dam  and  die  upon  the  more. 

4  Then  let  our  fouls  in  Zion  dwell  ; 
Nor  fear  the  wrath  of  Rome  and  hell ! 
His  arms  embrace  this  happy  ground, 
Like  brazen  bulwarks  built  around, 

5  God  is  our  fhield  and  God  our  fun  : 
Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run. 
On  us  he  fheds  new  beams  of  grace, 
And  we  reflect  his  brightefl  praife, 

$|.   The  hopes  of  Heaven  our  fupport  under 
trials  on  earth. 

1  "T^THEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

V  V     To  manfions  in  the  flues, 
1  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes, 

2  Should  earth  againit  my  foul  engage, 

And  heliifh  darts  be  hurled  j 

Then  I  can  fmile  at  Satans  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world, 


1*6  HYMN         LXVI.       Ex.  H 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come. 

And  ftorms  of  for  row,  fall. 
May  I  but  fafely  reach  my  home, 
My  God  my  heav'n,  my  all. 

4  There  (hall  I  bathe  my  weary  foul 

In  feasof  heav'nly  reft, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Acrofs  my  peaceful  breaft. 

66     A  Profpett  of  Heaven  makes  Death  eaj}^ 
i   fT^HERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
X     Where  faints  immortal  reign: 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  nigfit, 
And  pleafures  baniih  pain. 
t  There  everlaiting  fpring  abides, 
And  never  withering  flower's  i 
Death,  like  a  narrow  fea  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  [Sweet  fields  beyond  the  fwelling  flood, 

Stand  drefs'd  in  living  green  ; 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  flood, 

While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

4  But  tim'rous  mortals  ftart  andfhrink 

To  crofs  this  narrow  fea. 
And  linger  fhiv'ringon  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away.] 
j  O  !  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 
Thofe  gloomy  doubts  that  rife, 
And  fee  the  Canaan  that  we  love  " 
With  unbeclouded  eyes  ! 

5  Coukd  we  but  climb  where  Mofes  flood, 

And  view  the  landfcape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  ft  ream,  nor  deaths  cold  floods 
Should  fright  us  from  the  ihorc. 


hymn   ucvnr.  x6? 

67.  G.Gd's  Eier?ial  dominion* 

GReatGod  /  how  infiaite  art  thou/ 
'  What  worthlefs  worms  are  we/ 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow<> 

And  gay  their  praife  to  thee. 
Thy  throne  eternal  ages  flood. 

Ere  feas  cr  liars  were  made  5 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 

Were  all  the  nations  dead. 
Nature  2nd  time  quite  naked  lie 

To  thine  immerife  farvey, 
From  the  formation  of  the  fky 

To  the  great  burning  day. 
Eternity  with  all  it's  years 

Stands  preient  in  thy  view  ; 
To  thee  there's  nothing  old  appears  3 

Great  God/  there's  nothing  hew.'  . 
pur'lives  thro3  various  fcenes  are  dfa\yn? 

And  vex'd  with  trifling  cares, 
While  thy  eternal  thought  moves  on 

Thine 'undifturb'd  affairs/ 
Great  Go4  /  how  infinite  art  rhou  / 
'  What  worthless  worms  are  we  ? 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bovy. 

'And  pay  their  praife  xo  thee. 

6%  The  hmnbk  ivorjbip  of  Heave n? 

"T?  Ather,  I  long  I  faint  to  fee 

X.     The  place  of  thine  abode  ; 
I  I'd  leave  thine  earthly  courts  and  j|ee 
Up  to  thy  feat  my  God  ? 
Here  I  behold  thy  diftant  face 
And  'tis  a  pleafant  fight ; 


itS  HYMN    LXIX.        Bk. 

But  to  abide  in  thine  embrace 

Is  infinite  delight. 
5  I'd  part  with  all  the  joys  of  fenfe, 

To  gaze  upon  thy  throne  ; 
Pleafure  fprings  frefh  for  ever  thence, 

Unfpcakable,  unknown, 

4  [There  all  the  heav'nly  holts  are  feen, 

In  (liining  ranks  rhey  move, 
And  drink  immortal  vigour  in 
With  wonder  and  with  love. 

5  Then  at  thy  feet  with  awful  fear 

Th'  adoring  armies  fall 
With  joy  they  flinnk  to  nothing  there, 
Before  th'  eternal  all. 

6  There  I  would  vie  with  all  the  holt 

In  duty  and  in  blifs  ; 
While  lefs  than  nothing  I  could  boaft, 
And  vanity  *  confefs.] 

7  The  more  thy  glories  ftrike  mine  eyes, 

The  humbler  I  mall  lie  ; 
Thus  while  I  fink,  my  joys  (hall  rife 
Unmeai'urably  hi^h. 

*  Ifa/xl.   7. 
6^.  The  Faithfubujs  of  Cod  in  the  Promtfes 
I     gli  kgin  my  tongue  fome  heav'nly  theme 
J3   And  ipeak  fome  boundlefs  tiling. 
The  mighty  works,  or  mightier  name 
Of  our  eternal  king. 
z  Tell  of  his  wond'rous  faithfulnefs, 
And  found  his  pow'r  abroad. 
Sing  the  fweet  promife  of  his  grace, 
And  the  performing  God, 


H  Y  M  N     LXX.  T?9 

3  Prod  aim  «  fa  I  vat  ion  from  the  Lord, 

**  For  wretche  j  dying  men;" 
His  hand  has  writ  the  facred  word 
With  an  immortal  pen, 

4  Engrav'd  as  in  eternal  brafs 

The  mighty  promife  fliines  ; 
Korean  the  pow'rs  of  darkhefs  raze 
Thofe  everlafting  lines.] 

5  [Kc  that  can  daft,  whole  worlds  to  death, 

And  make  them  when  he  pleafe  ; 
He  fpeaks,  and  that  almighty  breath, 
Fulfils  his  great  decrees. 

6  His  very  word  of  grace  is  ftrong, 

As  that  which  built  the  ikies: 
The  voice  char  rolls  the  ftars  along, 
Speaks  all  the  promife?* 

7  He  laid,    t(  let  the  wide  heav'n  be  fpread  -,** 

And  heav'n  was  itrctch'd  abroad  : 
"  Abrah'm  1 11  be  thy  God,"  he  laid, 
And  he  was  Abrah  ra's  God. 

8  Oh,  might  I  hear  tlw  heav'niy  tongue 

But  whifper,  "  thou  art  mine." 
Thofs  gentle  words  mould  raife  my  fong 
To  notes  almoft  diyine. 

9  How  would  my  leaping  heart  rejoice, 

And  think  my  h*av*ii  fecurei 
1  truft  the  all  creating  voice  ; 
And  faith  defires  no  more.] 

70.     God's  Dominion   over  the   Sea:, 

Pfalrn  cvii.  23,  &c. 

I  £"*%  CD  of  the  feas,  thy  thund'ring  voice 
'xjt  Makes  z\\  :as  roaring  waves  rejoice  I 


Ho  H  Y  M  N    LXX.  9k.  II, 

And  one  foft  word  of  thy  command, 
Can  fink  them  filentin  the  fand. 

2  lifl!  if  a  Mofes  wave  thy  rod, 
The  fea  divided  and  owns  its  God  ; 
The  rtormy  flood?  their  maker  knew, 
And  let  his  chofen  armies  through. 

3  The  fcaly  Mocks  amidft  the  fci 

To  thee,  their  Lord,  a  tribute  pay  ; 
The  mea.neft  ri(h  that  iwims  the  irootf. 
Leaps  up  and  means  a  praffe  to  God, 

4  [The  larger  monftcrs  of  the  deep, 
On  thy  commands  attendance  keep; 
By  tiry  pmniflion  fpon  and  play, 
And  cleave  along  their  foaming  way, 

5  If  God  his  voice  of  tempeft  rears 
Leviathan  lies  (till  and  fears  ; 
Anon  he  lifts  hisnoilrils  high, 
And  fpoiiis  the  ocean  to  the  iky.] 

6  Yiow  is  thy  glorious  pow'r  adorn'd 
Ainidit  ihefe  wat'ry  nations  Lordj 
Yet  the  bold  men  that  trace  the  feas., 
Bold  men  refufc  their  maker's  nraife, 

7  [What  fcenes  of  miracles  they  fee, 
And  never  tune  a  fong  to  thee  » 
While  on  the  Hood  they  L\u-]y  ride, 

They  corfe  the  hand  that  i'ruoothes  the  lide, 
3   Anon  they  plunge  in  wat*ry  grave?, 
And  fomc  drink  death  among  the  w:.v 
Yet  the  furviyiqg  crew  blafpheme 
Nor  own  the  God  that  rcku*d  them.] 
^  O,  for  fame  fignal  of  thine  hanJ  ! 
Shake  all  the  feas,  Lord  (bake  the  land  ; 
Great  judge  defcend,  left  men  deny 
That  there's  a  God  that  rales  rh?  (kf. 


HYMN    LXXIL  17s 

From  the  7o:h  to  the  108th  Hymn,  I  hope 
the  reader  will  forgive  the  neglect  of  Rhyme 
in  the  firft  and  third  lines  of  the  Stanza. 

71 .  Praife  to  God  frtm  ail  €r-eatures< 

j  rTT'K'E  'Glories  cf  my  maker,  God> 
X     My  joyful  voice  ihall  £\'gf 
And  call  the  nations  to  f.dore 
.  Their  former  ar.d  their  king. 
i  'Twas  his  right  hand  that fhajA!  ogr  cla>% 
And  wrought  this  human  frame  ; 
But  from  his  own  immediate  breath 
Our  no'okr  fpirits  came. 

3  VVc  bring  our  mortal  pow'rs  to  God, 

And  vvorlhip  with  our  tongues  • 
We  ciaim  fome  kindred  with  the  fktes> 
And  join  th'  angelic  fi?ngs, 

4  Let  grov'Hng  beads  of  ev'ry  fhape, 

And  fowls  of  ev*ry  wing, 
And  rocks  and  trees,  and  fires  and  feas> 

Their  various  tribute  faring, 
$  Ye  planers,  to  his  honour  mine, 

And  wheels  of  nature  roil, 
Praife  him  in  your  u  n  weary  Mcour/e 

Around  the  (teady  pole. 
%  The  brightnefs  of  our  Maker's  name 

The  u?<de  creation  fills, 
And  his  !irb'v.;nued  granduer  flies 

•Beyond  the  heavVsy  hill's. 

3ft.     The  Lord's  Day :  or,  The  refurre&fon  of 
Chnft.  "  J 

Ltfs'd  morning,  wliofe  young  dawning 
Behold  our  filing  God  ;  frays! 


i72  H  Y  M  N     LXXIII.        Bk.II. 

That  faw  him  triumph  o'er  the  duft, 
And  leave  his  laft  abode! 

2  In  the  cold  prifon  of  a  tomb 

The  dead  redeemer  lay, 
Till  the  revolving  fkies  bad  brought 
The  third;   th1  appointed  day. 

3  Hell  and  rhe  grave  unite  their  force 

To  hold  our  God,  in   vain; 
The  fleepini*  conqueror  arofc, 
And  burft their  feeble  chain. 

4  To  thy  great  name,  Almighty  Lord, 

Thefefacred  hours  we  pay, 
And  loud  Hofannas  mail  proclaim 
The  triumph  of  the  day.  ^ 
y  [Salvation  and  immortal  praife 
To  our  victorious  king; 
Let  heav'n  and  earth,  and  rock* and  feas, 
With  glad  Hofannas  ring  ] 
73.  Doubts  featured:  or ,  Spiritual Joyrejortif* 

1  rjEnce  from  my  foul,  fad  thoughts,  be 
il  And  leave  me  to  my  joys  :  [gone 
My  tongue  mail  triumph  in  my  God, 

And  make  a  joyful  noiie. 
z  Darknefs  and  doubts  had  veil'd  my  mind, 
And  drown'd  my  head  in  tears, 
Till  fov'reign  grace  with  mining  rays 
Difpeird  my  gloomy  fears. 

2  O    what  immortal  joys  I  iclf, 

And  raptures  all  divine, 
When  Jems  told  me,  I  was  his, 
And  my  beloved,   mine  ! 
4  In  vain  the  tempter  frights  my  foul, 
And  breaks  my  peace  in  vain; 


HYMN    LXXV.  173 

One  glimpfe,  dear  Saviour,  of  thy  face 
Revives  my  joys  again. 
74  Repentance  from  a  fenfe  of  divine  Goodnefa 
or,   A  complaint  of  ingratitude, 

IS  this  the  kind  return, 
And  thefe  the  thanks  we  owe, 
Thus  to  abufe  eternal  love, 

Whence  all  our  bleflings  flow  ? 

2  To  what  a  ftnbborn  frame 

Has  fin  reduc'd  our  mind  ! 
What  ftrange  rebellious  wretches  we, 
And  God  as  ftrangeiy  kind  ! 

3  [On  us  he  bids  the  fun 

Shed  his  reviving  rays? 
For  us  the  ikies  their  circle  run 
To  lengthen  out  our  days. 

4  The  brutes  obey  their  God, 

And  bow  their  necks  to  men  ,• 
But  we  more  bafe,  more  brutifa  things, 
Reject  his  eafy  reign.] 

5  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God  ? 

And  mould  our  fouls  aire  ih; 
Break,  fov'reign  grace  !  thefe  heam  of  fione. 
And  give  us  hearts  of  flelh. 

6  Let  palt  ingratitude 

Provoke  our  weeping  eyes, 
And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall 
Let  hourly  thanks  arile. 
7$$piritual  and  eternal  Joys:  or.  The  beautified 

Sight  of  Chrift. 
I   "Tp Rom  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  fliall  rife, 
JC    And  run  eternal  rounds, 
Beyond  the  limits  of  the  fkies, 
And  all  created  bounds. 


1 74.,       HYMN    LXXVI.         Bk.  It 

2  The  holy  triumphs  of  my  foul 
Shall  death  itfelf  ou:-br2ve  ; 
Leave  dull  mortality  behind, 
And. fly  beyond  the  grave..    ... 
2  There  where  my  blejed  Jefus  reigns 
In  heav'n's  ur:r4caf:r'd  fpace, 
I'll  fpend  a  long  eternity 
In  PUafure  and  in  praife. 
4  Millions  of  years  my  wond'ring  eyes 
Shaft  o'er  thy  beauties  rove, 
And  endlefs  ages  I'll  adore 
.The  glories  of  thy  love, 
%  [Sweet  jtins  !  ey?ry  fmile  of  thine 
Shall  i rem  endearments  bring  ; 
And  thoufand  taftes  of  new  delight 
From  all  thy  graces  fpring. 
6  Haile,  my  beloved^  fetch  my  foul 
Up  to  thy  blefs'd  abode  ; 
Fly,  for  my  fpirit  longs  to  fee 
My  Saviour  and  my  God.] 

76.  The  RefurrecHon  and  sJ/cevfion  efChrift\ 
2   TT  Ofanna  to  the  prince  of  light. 
■  Jfjl  That  cloth M  hiinfelf  in  clay  j 
Enter'd  the  iron  gates  of  death, 
And  tore  the  barsawiiy. 

2  Death  is  no  more  the.  king  of  dread', 

Since  our  Immanuel  rofe  ; 
He  took  the  tyrant's  fling  away, 
And  fpoii'd  our  hellifli  foes. 

3  See  how  the  conqu'ror  mounts  ak*fi| 

And  to  his  father  iiies, 
With  fears  of  honour  in  his  flefh^ 
And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 


;     HYMN      LXXVlf.  if< 

There  oar  exalted  fa  viour  reigns, 

And  fcatters  blefungs  clown  ; 
Our  Jefus  fills  the  middle  feat 

Of  thecele'ftial  throne. 
[Iiaife  year  devotion,  mortal  tongues, 

To  reach  his  blefs'd  abode  : 
Sweet  be  the  agents  ofyourfongs 

To  our  incarnate  God. 
Bright  3ngds,  ftrike  your  londeft  ftring?, 

Your  fweetefl  voices  raife: 
Let  heav'n  and  all  created  things 
Sound  our  immanuel's  praife.3 
77   The  Chriflian  Warfare. 
£0  Tand  up,  my  foul,  (hake  off  thy  fears, 

C3  And  gird  thegofpel  armour  on  \ 
March  to  the  gites  of  of  endlefs  jay, 
Where  thy  great  captain  Saviour's  gone- 
Hell  and  thy  fius  refifl  thy  eoarfe; 
•flat  hell  and  tin  are  vanqniaYd  foes  ; 
Thy  Jefus  naii'd  them  jo  the  crofs, 
And  fing  the  triumph  when  he  rofc] 
[What  iho*.'fbe  prince  or  darknefs  ragfe; 
And  waJte  the  fury  of  h''s  fpite  ; 
;.Efernil  chains  confine  him  dowji 
To  fiery  deeps,  and  cndlefs  night. 
j.  What  iho*  thine  inward  lulls  rebel; 
?Tisbut  a  draggling  gafp  for  life  ; 
The  weapons  of  victorious  grace 
Shall  fhy  thy  fins,  and  end  rhe  Ifrife.] 
*  Then  let  my  foul  march  boldly  on, 
Prefs  forward  to  rhe  heav'nly  gate  ; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 
'£nd  ^'-i!'i:ng  robes  for  conqn'rors  wait- 
L  1 


176  HYMN     LXXIX,        Bk.  II. 

6  There  (hall  I  wear  a  fUrry  crown, 
And  triumph  in  Almighty  grace  ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  fkics 
Join  in  my  glorious  leader's  praife. 
78.    Redemption  by  Chrift. 

1  "TXT  Hen  the  firft  parents  of  our  race 

W     Rebell'd,  and  loft  their  God, 
And  the  infection  of  their  fin 
Had  tainted  all  our  blood  1 

2  Infinite  pity  touch'd  the  heart 

Of  the  eternal  Ion: 
Defcending  from  the  heav'nly  court. 
He  left  his  father's  throne, 

3  Afide  the  prince  of  glory-threw 

His  moft  divine  array  : 
And  wrapt  his  godhead  in  a  veil 
Of  our  inferior  clay. 

4  His  living  pow'r  and  dying  love 

Redeem'd  unhappy  men, 
And  rais'd  the  ruins  of  our  rice 
To  life  and  God  again, 

5  To  thee,  dear  Lord,  our  fle&  and  foul 

We  joyfully  refign  ; 
Blefs'd  Jefus,  take  us  for  thy  own, 
For  we  arc  doubly  thine. 

6  Thine  honour  (hall   for  ever  be 

The  b u ft n e fs  0 f  our  days , 
For  ever  ihal!  our  thankful  tongues 
Speak  thy  defcrVed  praife. 

79.  Praife  to  thu   Rcdeetner* 
1    TT^Lung'd  in  a  gnlpfi  of  dark  defpaif 
M       We  wretched  fmners  lay. 
Without  one  ch earful  beaoi  oi'hope^. 
Or  Ipaik  of  gliinnVring  day. 


HYMN    LXXX.  177 

,  With  pitying  eyes  the  prince  of  grace 
Beheld  our  helplefs  grief; 
Hefaw,  and  (O  amazing  love!) 

He  ran  to  our  relief. 
Down  from  the  mining  feats  above 

With  joyful  hafte  he  fled 
Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flefli, 

And  dwelt  among  the  oead. 
.Hefpoirdthepow'rsofdarknefsthus, 

And  brake  our  iron  chains: 
Tefus  has  freed  onr  captive  fouls 

J   From  everlafting  pains. 
1  Tin  vain  the  baffled  prince  of  hell 

His  curfed  proje&s  tries; 
WfthatwerePdoom'd  his  endlefs  Haves, 

Are  rais'd  above  the  Ikies.] 
5  O'  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 
Their  lading  filence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
Thefavionr'spraifesfpeak. 
■t  TYes,  we  will  praife  thee,  dearelt  Lord, 
Our  fonls  are  all  on  flame  ; 
Hofanna  round  thefpacious  earth 
To  thine  adored  name.  ^ 
8  Angels  !  anift  our  mighty  joys, 
Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  : 
But  when  you  raife  your  higheft  notes. 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told.] 
8o.   God's  awful  Power  and  Coodnefsc 
i   /^H  the  Almighty  Lord! 
\J   How  matchlefs  is  his  pow  r  > 
Tremble,  O  earth,  beneath  his  word. 
While  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 


tfi  HYMN    LXXXI,        Bk.IT. 

2  Let  proud  imperious  kings 

Bow  low  before  his  throne' 

Crouch  to  his  feet,  ye  haughty  tilings'; 

Or  he  friail  trt.sd  you  down. 

3  Above  the  fkies  he  reigns, 

And  with  amazing  bjows 
He  deals  rfifnffersibfe  pains 
On  his  rebellions  foes. 

4  Yet,  everlasting  God  ! 

Wc  love  and  1'peak  thy  praife. 
Thy  fceptre's  equal  to  thy  rod, 
The  fceptre  of  thy  grace. 

5  The  arms  of  mighty  love 

Defend  our  zion  well 
And  heatf'nly  mercy  walls,  usrouhd 
From  Babylon  and  hell. 

6  Salvattoa  to  the  king 

That  fits  enthrorrd  above  r 
Thus  we  adore  the  God  of  migh-, 
And  blefs  the  God  of  love. 

Si.  Our  [in  the'eavfe  oj  Chrift's  Death* 
z      A   N.D  now  the  fcales  have  left  mine  eyes 
JTjL  Now  I  begin  lb  fee  :   - 
Oh!  the  curs'd  deeds  my  fins  have  done  • 
What  murd'rous  things  they  be  •' 
2,  Were  thtfeihe  traitors  deareit  Lord, 
That  thy  fair  body  tore  ? 
MonhVrs  that  /tain'd  thofe  heav'nly  limbs 
With  Hoods  of  purple  gore  ! 
a  Was  it  for  crimes  that  1  had  done 
My  dcarefl  Lord  was  (lain, 
y\  Jien  juftice  feiz'd  God's  only  foidi 
.''\'.?«.i' pat  his  loul'm  pain  t 


HYMN     LXXXII.  475 

4  Forgive  my  guilt,  O  prince  of  pes.cs 

I'll  wound  my  God  no  more : 
Hence  from  my  heart  ye  fins  be  gone, 
For  Jefus  I  adore.        .    . 

5  Fnrniih  me,  "Lord,  with  besVrily  arm's 

From  grace's  magazine, 
And  I'll  proclaim  eternal  war. 
With  ev'ry  darling  fm. 
c2.    Redemption  and  Proteftion  from  Spiritual 

,    „  Enemies, 

I     A  ft;tS3E  my  foul,  my  joyful  pow*rs, 
Jf%,  And  trimtrph  in  my  God  ; 
Awake  my  voice,  and  loud  proclaim 
His  glorious  grace  abroad. 
%  He  rais'd  me  from  the  deeps  of  fin", 
The  gates  of  gaping  hell, 
And  fix'd  my  (landing  more  fecare 
Than 'rwas'beforel  fell. 
3  The  arms  of  everlafling  love 
Beneath  my  foul  be  plac'o\ 
And  on  the  rock  of  ages  fct 
My  flipp'ry  foorfters  faft. 
"4  The  city  of  my  blefs'd  abode 
Is  wali'd  around  with  grace  j 
Salvation  for  a  bulwark  /lands 
To  fhield  the  facred  place. 
r5  Satan  may  vent  his  fha/pe/1  fpite, 
And  ail  his  legions  roar, 
Almighty  mercy  guards  my  life. 
And  bounds  his  raging  pow'r* 
6  Arife,  my  foul,  awake  my  voice,, 
And  tunes  of  pleafure  fmg; 
Loud  hallelujah's  {half  srddrefs 
"My  Saviour  and  my  kiiig= 


r 


1S0  HYMN    LXXXIV.      Bk.  II. 

83.  The  Pajfion  and  Exaltation  o/Chrift. 

»HUS  faith  the  ruler  of  the  fkies, 
u  Awake  my  dreadful  fword  ; 
Awake  my  vvraih  and  finite  the  man, 
My  fellow,"  faith  the  Lord, 
z  Veng'ance  receiv'd  the  dread  command, 
And  armed  down  me  flies  ; 
Jefus  fubmits  t'  his  father's  hand, 
And  bows  his  head  and  dies. 

3  But  O  !  the  wifdom  and  the  grace 

That  join'd  whh  veng'aate  now  » 
He  dies  to  fave  our  guilty  race, 
And  yet  he  rifes  too. 

4  A  perfon  fo  divine  was  he, 

Who  yielded  to  be  ilain 
That  he  could  give  his  foul  aw2y, 
And  take  his  life  again. 

5  Live,  glorious  Lord !  and  reign  on  high, 

Let  ev'ry  nation  fmg, 
And -angels  found  with  endlefsjoy 
The  Saviour  and  the  king. 

84.  The  Same. 

1  OOME,  all  harmonious  tongues. 
^>  Your  noble!!  mnfic  bring, 

'Tis  Chrift  the  everlafting  God, 
And  Chrift  the  man  we  fing. 

2  Tell  how  he  took  our  flem, 
To  take  away  our  gu^lt ; 

Sing  the  dear  drops  of  facred  blood 
That  hellilh  monders  fpilt. 

3  [Alas  !  the  cruel  fpear 
Went  deep  into  his  fide, 


HYMN     LXXXV.  j8i 

And  the  ricn  flood  of  purple  gore 

Their  murd'rons  weapons  dy'd,] 

4  [The  waves  of  fweiling  grief 
Did  o'er  his  Dofom  roll, 

And  mountains  of  almighty  wrath 
Lay  heavy  on  his  foul  ] 

5  Down  to  the  ihades  of  death 
He  bow'd  his  awful  head; 

Yet  he  arofe  to  live  and  reign 
When  death  itfelf  is  dead. 

6  No  more  the  bloody  fpear, 
The  crofs  and  nails  no  more ; 

For  hell  itfelf  ihakes  at  his  name, 
And  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 

7  There  the  redeemer  fits 
High  on  the  Father's  throne  ; 

The  Father  lays  his  veng'ance  by, 
And  fmiles  upon  his  fon. 

8  There  his  full  g.  ories  ihine 
With  uncreated  rays, 

And  blefs  his  faints  and  angels  eyes 
To  everlafting  days. 

8$.   Sufficiency,  cf  Far  don* 

l  T1T7  HY  does  your  face,  ye  humble  foals 
V  V      Thofe  mournful  colours  wear  ? 
What  doubts  are  thefe  that  wade  your  faith 
And  nonrifli  your  defpair, 
2.  What  tho'  your  numerous  fins  exceed 
The  ftars  that  fill  the  iki«s, 
And  aiming  at  ih'  eternal  throne, 
Like  pointed  mountains  rife, 
5  'What  rho*  your  mighty  guilt  beyond 
The  wide  creation  fwell, 


18*        HYMN     LX'XXVL      Bk.1I. 

And  has  its  curs'd  foundations  laid 
Low  as  the  deeps  of  hell. 

4  See  here  an  endlefs  ocean  flows, 

Of  never  failing  grace ; 
Behold  a  dying  faviour's  veins 
The  faered  flood  increafe. 

5  It  rifeshigh,  and  drowns  thehilts5, 

Has  neither  fhore  nor  bound : 

Now,  if  we  fearch  to  find  our  fins, 

Our  fins  can  ne'er  be  found. 

6  Awake  our  hearts,  adore  the  grace 

That  buries  all  our  faults, 
And  pard  ning  blood,  that  fw  el  Is  above 
Our  follies  and  our  thoughts. 

$6.     Freedom jrom fin  and  mifery  in' Heaven, 

I   ^\UR  fins,  alas!  how  ftrof.g  they  be 
\J  And  like  a  vi'lent  lea, 
They  break  our  duty,  Lord,  to  thee, 
And  hurry  us  away. 
z  The  waves  of  trouble,  how  they  rife,  l 
How  loud  the  temped  roar  r 
But  death  lhall  land  our  weary  fouls 
Safe  on  the  heav.  nly  ihore. 
%  There  to  fulfill  his  fwcet  command 
Our  Speedy  feet  lhall  move  , 
No  fin  fiiall  cloor  out  winged  zeal, 
Or  cool  our  burning  love. 
4  There  (hall  we  fit,  andfing  and  tell 
The  wonders  of  his  grace. 
'Till  heav'nly  raptures  fire  our  hearts, 
And  fmile  in  tv'ry  face. 
5*  For  ever  his  dear  faered  name 
SfcdH  c\vc\\  upon  our  tongues, 


HYMN    LXXXVIIJ.         ?iB$ 

And  Jefus  and  lalvation  be 
The  clofe  of  ev'ry  long, 

87  .The  Divine  Glories  above  bur  Renfo?i\ 
QW   wonii'rous  creat   hew  gldrjua| 
Mull  our  Creator  be,  [hrU: ' 

Who  dwells  amiuiL  ihe  dazzling  light 
Qt  vaft  infinity  !  . 
%   Our  foaririg  fpirks  upwards  rife 
Tow'Vd  thecelefiial  tlirone,; 
Fain  would  we  fee  the  bieued  thre: 
.     And  the  almighty  one. 
3  Our  reafon  firetches  all  its  wings, 
And  climbs  above  the  fides  ; 
But  (till  how  far  beneath  thy  feet 
Our  grov'lihg  reafon  lies. 
$  [Lord,  here  we  bend  our  humble  fvfit:: 
And  awfully  adore  : 
For  the  weak  pinions  of  our  mind 
Can  flretch  a  thought  no  more.] 
5  Thy  glories-infinitely  rife 

Above  our  lab'ring  tongue  ; 
In  vain  the  high  eft  feraph  tries 
To  form  an  equal  long. 
*?  [In  humble  notts. our  faith  a-Jores 
The  great  my.'ifterions  king, 
While  angels  ilrain  their  noblefi:  pow'r-t 
And  fweep  th3  immortal  firing. j 

88.  Salvation . 

%   Q  Alvation  !  O,  the  joyful  found  ; 
O   'Tis  plea furt  to  our  ears ; 
A  fov'reign  balm  for  ev'ry  wound;, 
A  cerdialTor  our  fears, 


i8±  HYMN    XC.  Bk.  II. 

2  Bury'd  in  forrow  and  in  fin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  j 
But  we  «rife  by  grace  divine 
To  fee  a  heav'nly  day. 

3  Salvation!  let  the  echo  fly 

The  fpacious  earth  around, 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  fky 

Confpire  to  raife  the  found. 

Sp.  Chrift's  ViBory  over  Satan* 

1  T  TOfanna  to  our  conqu'ring  king  ! 
XX   The  prince  of  darknefs  flies, 
His  troops  rufli  headlong  down  to  hell, 

Like  light'ning  from  the  fkies. 

2  There  bound  in  chains,  the  lions  roar 

And  fright  the  refcu'd  lheep  ; 
But  heavy  bars  confine  their  pow'r 
And  malice  to  the  deep, 

3  Hofanna  to  our  conqu'ring  king  1 

All  hail,  incarnate  love! 
Ten  thoufand  fongs  in  glories  watt 
To  crown  thy  head  above. 

4  Thy  vicVries  and  thy  deathlefs  fame 

Thro*  the  wide  world  fhall  run, 
And  everlafting  ages  fing 

The  triumphs  thou  haft  won. 

oQ  Faith  in  Chriftfo  r  Pardon  andSanfiijicatiQn 
i    Y  TO  >V  fad  our  ftate  by  nature  is, 

XX   Our  fin  now  deep  it  ftains  ! 

And  Satan  binds  our  captive  minds 
Fait  in  his  flavifh  chains. 


HYMN     XCf.  18$ 

But  there's  a  voice  of  fov'reign  grace 

Sounds  from  the  facred  worcU 
ii  Ho!  ye  defpairing  fmners,  come, 

And  trufl  upon  the  Lord." 
My  foul  ebeys  th'  almighty  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief; 
I  would  believe  thy  promife  Lords 

O  help  my  unbelief. 
j.  [To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  bloody 

[ncarnate  God  i   I  fly  ; 
Here  let  me  warn  my  (ported  foul 

From  crimes  of  deeped  dye. 
5  Stretch  out  thine  arm,  victorious  king, 

My  reigning  fins  fubdue  ; 
Drive  the  old  dragon  from  his  feat, 

With  all  his  heiiifn  crew. 
$  A  guilty,  weak  and  helplefs  worm, 

On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall  ; 
Be  thou  my  ftrengrh  and  righteoufnefs, 

My  Jefus,  and  my  all.] 

91.    The  glory  of  Cbrift  in  Heaven* 

H,   the  delights  the  heav'nly  joys, 
The  glories  of  the  place, 
Where  J-*fus  iheds  the  brightest  beams 
Of  his  o'erflowing  grace  ! 
%  Sweet  majefty  and  awful  love 
Sit  fmiling  on  his  brow, 
And  all  the  glorious  ranks  above 
■it  humble  diflance  bow. 
3  [Princes  to  his  imperial  name 

Bend  their  bright  fceptres  down: 
Dominions,  thrones  and  pow'rs  rejoice 
To  fee  him  wear  the  crown, 


i&S  H  Y  M  N     XCU.  Bk.H 

4  Archangels  foutid  his  lofty  paife 
Thro*  ev'ry  heav'n'.y  (Ireet, 
And  lay  their  higheft  honours  dowu 
Submimvc  ai  his  feet. 
*$  Thofe  foft,  t'hote  oJV&d  fret  of  his 
That  once  rude  iron  'ore, 
High  on  a  throne  of  liVh:  they  fUt.c. 
Angall  iYtc  faints  adore. 
'6  His  head,  the  d^ar  iiiajeftic  bead 
That  cruel  thorns, did  wwr.d, 
See  what  immortal  gToriel  fhine, 
And  circle  it  around,] 
7  This  is  the  man,  th'  exabed  man, 
Whom  we  unfeen  adore  ; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  his  face. 
Our  hearts  mail  loye  him  more. 
■$  [Lord  how  our  fouls  are  ill  on  fire 
To  fee  thy  blef-'d  abode, 
Our  tongues  rejoice  in  tunes  of  praifc, 
To  our  incarnate  God  .'] 
o  And  while  our  faiih  enjoys  this  %nt 
We  long  to  leave  our  clay  j 
And  wift  thy  fiery  cbtricju,  Lord, 
To  fetch  our  fouls  away. 

qi.   The  Church  faved  and  her  Enemies  difap 

pointed. 

Ctwpofedthe  :,th  of-   i\^zrmc:r,  t6j?4« 
l   O  Bout  to  the  Lord,  and  let  our  joys 
C3  Thro'  the  whole  nation  run  ; 
Ye  Britifh  fides  refouud  [he  noift 

Beyond  the  rifing  fun, 
r>.  Thee,  mighty  God,  our  fouls  adm  >o, 
Thee  our  gUd  voices  fing; 


h  y  m  n    xein,  iSj 

And  join  with  the  celeilial  choir, 

To  praife  the  eternal  king. 
Thy  pow'r  the  whole  creation  rules, 

And  on  the  ftarry  fides, 
Sits  fmiiingat  the  'weak'  d'efigiis 

Thine  envious  foes  devife. 
Thy'fcorn  derides  their  feeble  rage^ 

And  with  an  awful  frown, 
Flings  vaft  confufiori  on  their  plots,, 

And  makes  their  Babel  down, 
[Their  fecret  tires  in  caverns  lay, 

And  we  the  facriiice  : 
And  gloomy  caverns  (trove  in  vain 

To  '(cape  all  fearching  eyes, 
Their  riark'defigns  were  all  reveai'd, 

Their  treafons  all  beiray'd  i 
PraifVto  the  Lord,  that  broke  the  fnare 

Their  carfed  hands  had  laid, 
[In  vain  the  bufy'fons  of  hell 

Still  new  rebellions  uy, 
Their  fouls  (hall  pincwith  envious  rage, 

And  vex  away  and  die, 
Almighty  grace  defends  our  Land 

From  their  malicious  pow'r, 
Let  Britain  with  united  (oDgs 

Almighty  grace  adore. 

93.  God  ally  and  in  all,  Pf.  Ixxiii,  25, 
n  /|  Y  CM,  my  life,  my  kwe^ 

I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  all  in  all 
[Thy  mining  grace  can  cheer, 
This  dbngeon  where  I  dwell; 


iSfr  HYMN    XCIV.         Bk.  I 

'Tis  Paradife  when  thou  ari  here  J 
If  thou  depart,  'tis  hell.] 

3  [The  fmilings  of  thy  face, 

How  amiable  they  are  I 
'Tis  hcav'n  to  reft  in  thine  embrace, 
And  no  where  elfe  bat  there.] 

4  [To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 

The  angels  owe  their  blifs  ; 
They  fit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  dwell  where  Jefus  is.] 

5  [Not  all  the  harps  above 

Can  make  a  heav'nly  place, 
If  God  hisrelidence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  face,] 

6  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  fky, 

Can  one  delight  afford  ; 
Nor  not  a  drop,  of  real  joy, 
Without  thy  prefence,  Lord. 

7  Thou  art  the  Tea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleafures  roll  : 
The  circle  where  my  paffions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  foul. 

8  [To  thee  my  fpirks  fly 

With  infinite  defire  : 
And  yet,   how  far  from  thee  I  lie! 
Dear  j';fus,  raife  me  high'r.J 

94,   Go  J  vl) 'only  Happinejs.  Pf  Ixxiii.  l$ 
I    Ti  /TY  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 
JLVjL    My  cvcrlatting  all, 
I've  none  but  thee  in  hcav'n  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

%  [What  empty  things  are  all  the  fkies, 
And  this  inferior  clod  ! 


HYMN     XCV.  1% 

There's  nothing  here  deferves  my  joys, 
There's  nothing  like  my  God.] 

I  [In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  fun, 
Scatters  his  feeble  light  : 
'Tis  thy  fweet  beams  create  my  noon, 
If  ihou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 

4  And  whilfl  upon  my  reftlefs  bed, 
Aroongft  the  lhades  I  roll, 
If  my  redeemer  mews  his  head, 
'Tis  morning  with  my  foul.] 

5*  To  thee  we  owe  our  wealth  and  friends, 
And  health,  and  fafc  abode  : 
Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things, 
But  tHey  Jfe  not  my  God. 

6  How  vain  a  toy  is  gliu'ring  wealth, 

If  once  compar'dto  thee: 
Or  what's  my  fafety  or  my  health, 
Or  all  my  friends  to  me? 

7  Were  I  poflclTor  of  the  earth, 

And  call'd  the  flars  my  own  ; 
Without  thy  graces  and  tbyfelf, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

8  Let  others  (Iretch  their  arms  like  feai, 

And  grafp  in  all  the  more  : 
Grant  me  the  vifits  of  thy  face, 
And  I  defire  no  more. 

$1.  Lock  on  htm  whom  they  pierced  and?murn< 

I    T  Niinite  grief !  amazing  woe l- 
X    Behold  my  bleeding  Lord  ! 
HeU  and  the  Jews  confpir'd  his  death 
And  us'd  the  Roman  fword, 


j>a  h  y  m  n   xcv:r.       Br.  ii. 

2  O,  the  fliarp  pangs  of  fmarting  pain 

My  dear  redeemer  borej 
When  knotty  whips  and  ragged  thorns 
His  facrcd  body  tore  ! 

3  Bat  knotty  whips  and  ragged  |liorns, 

In  vain  do  I  accufe  ; 
In  vain  I  blame  the  Roman  bands, 
And  the  more  ipiieful  Jews, 

4  'Twas  you,  my  fins,  my  cruel  fins, 

His  chief  tormentors  were  ; 
E.ich  of  my  crimes  became  a  nail, 

And  unbelief  the  fpear.  * 
;-   5Tv,as  you  that  pull'd  the,  veng'ancc  down 

Upon  his  guiltlcfs  head  \ 
Break,  break,  my  heart  !  Q  buril  mine  eyes 

And  let  my  forrows  bleed. 
6  Strike,  mighty  grace,  my  flinty  foul, 

Till  melting  waters  flow, 
And  deep  repentance  drown  mine  eyes, 

An  unqi  item  bled  woe. 

$6.  DljlifiguijhingLove  :  or,  Angels  p  unified 

and  men  fazed. 

iTT\  Own  headlong  from  their  native  fkies 
JLJ  Tfle  rebel-aiigels  fell. 
An  i  thunderbj-is  of  flaming  wrath 
Pnrfu'd  them  deep  to  hell. 
z  Down  from  the  top  of  earthly  b'ifs 
Rebellious  men  was  hurl'd, 
And  Tefus  (toop'd  beneath  the  grave 
To  reach  a  linking  worlc, 
4  O,  love  of  infinite  degree, 
Unmcafurable  grace  1 


HYMN    XCVIII.  ij?i 

Maft  heav'ns  eternal  darling  die 
Tofave  atrait'rous  race? 
4  Maft  angels  fmk  forever  down, 
And  burn  in  quenchlefs  fire, 
While  God  forfakes  his  fhining  throne 
To  raife  us  wretches  high'r? 
y  O  for  this  love  let  earth  and  Ikies 
With  hallelujah's  ring. 
And  the  full  choir  of  human  tongues 
All  hallelujah's  fing. 

97.  The  fame, 

1  TT'ROM  beav'n  the  finning  angels  fell^ 
Jl     And  wrath  and  darknefschain'd  them 
But  man,  vile  man  forfook  his  blifs     [down 
And  mercy  lifts  him  to  a  crown. 

2  Amazing  Work  of  fov'reign  grace,. 
That  could  diftinguifh  rebels  fo  r 
Our  guilty  treafons  cail'd  aloud 
For  everlafling  fetters  too. 

3  To  thee,  to  thee,  almighty  love  l 
Our  fouls,  ourfelves,  our  all  we  pay: 
Millions  of  tongues  lhall  found  thy  praife 
On  the  bright  hills  of  heav'nly  day. 

98.  Hardtiefs  of  Heart  complained  of, 
I    ?&  /TY  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  is  I 
IV J.  How  heavy  here  it  lies! 
Heavy  and  cold  within  my  breafl, 
Juft  like  a  rock  of  ice  i 
2.  Sin,  like  a  raging  tyrant,  fits 
Upon  this  rtincy  throne, 
And  ev'ry  grace  lies  bury'd  dsc^ 
Beneath  this  heart  of  (lone. 
M 


I92  H  Y  MN    XCIX.         Belli 

2  How  feldom  do  T  rife  to  God, 
Or  tafte  the  joys  above  1 
This  mountain  preifrs  clown  my  faun, 
And  chills  my  fuming  love. 
4  When  hatting  iturKj  courts  my  foul 
With  all  its  heav'nly  charms,. 
This  ftnbborn,  this  relentleis  thing, 
Would  tbruit  it  from  my  arms. 
-   Againft  the  thunders  ot  thy  word 
Rebellious  1  have  ftood  ; 
My  heart,  it  makes  net  at  ibe  wrath 
Ana  terrors  of  a  God. 
6  Dear  Saviour,  deep  this  rock  of  mine 
In  thine  own  crimfon  fea  ! 
None  but  a  lath  ot  blood  divine 
Can  melt  the  flint  away, 

99.  %hs  Bock  i/ God's  Decrees. 
•     £T  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie 
I       ^basM  before  their  God; 
Whaie'er  his  fovVeign  voice  has  form  d 
He  aovrrns  with  a  nod. 
4   fTen  ihonfand  ajp  ere  the  fkies 
~  Were  into  motion  brought, 
Ail  the  lon£  yeais  and  worlds  to  ccm<j 
Stood  prefent  to  bis  thought* 
.    There's  bo*  a  farrow  or  a  worm 
~  But's  found  in  his  decrees  ; 
He  raiies  monarchs  to  their  throne, 
'     And  finks  them  as  he  plcaie  ] 
,  J;  ligbi  attends  the  otinrfe  1  run, 
•Tts  he  provides  thofe  rays  \ 
And  'lis  his  hand  thai  hides  my  fan, 
If  darknefs  cloud  my  days, 


H  Y  M  N    C.  iqs 

Yet  I  would  not  be  much  cor.cern'd, 

Nor  vainly  long  to  fee 
The  volumes  of  his  deev  decrees., 

What  months  are  writ  for  me. 

6  When  he  reveals  the  book  ofjjfe, 
G,  may  I  re  \d  mf  name 
Anaoggft  the  chofen  of  his  love, 
The  f  jllow'rs  of  the  kmh  ! 

tbofhe  Prep  nee  c/Chrid  is  the  life  of  my  Soul. 

Z    T  TO  ty  fall  of  anjruim  is  the  thought. 
JL  J,   How  it  dl drafts  and  tares  my  heart, 
If  God  at  laft,  my  fov 'reign  Judge, 
Should  frown,  and  bid  my  fcui,  "  depaif*' 

z  Lord,  when  I  quit  this  earthly  ft-fte, 
Where  fiiali  I  fly,  but  to  thy  breail  ? 
For  I  have  fought  no  other  home  ; 
For  I  have  learned  no  ot-er  rett. 

5  I  cannot  live  contentr  d  h<  re 

Without  fome  giimpf  s  o'  thy  face  ; 
And  heav'n,  without  thy  pre  ft- nee  there. 
Will  be  a.  dark  aftd  tlrefome  place. 

4  When  earthly  cares  en^rofs  the  day, 
And  hold  my  though *s  afide  from  thee,^ 
The  thining  hours  of  cheerful  light 
Are  long  and  tedious  years  to  me. 

5  And  if  no  ev'ning  vifit's  paid 
Between  my  Saviour  and  my  foul, 
How  dull  the  night!   how  fad  rhe  made  I 
How  mournfully  the  minutes  roll ! 

S  This  fiejft  of  mine  might  learn  as  fooiT; 
To  live,  yet  part  with  all  my  blood  ; 


194  HYMN    CI.  Bk.IL 

To  breathe,  when  vital  air  is  gone, 
Or  thrive  and  grow  without  my  food, 

7  [Thrift  is  my  light,  my  life  my  care, 
My  blefTed  hope,  my  heav'nly  prize  ; 
Dearer  than  all  my  paffions  are, 
My  limbs,  my  bowels,  or  my  eyes. 

S   The  firings  that  twine  aboat  my  heart, 
Tortures  and  racks  may  tear  them  off; 
But  they  can  never,  never  part 
With  their  dear  hold  of  Chrift  my  love.] 

9  [My  God  i  and  can  an  humble  child 
That  love6  thee  with  a  flame  io  high, 
Be  ever  from  thy  face  exil'd, 
Without  the  pity  of  thine  eye  ? 

\o  Impoflible  ' — For  thine  own  hands 
Have  ty'd  my  heart  fo  fad  to  thee, 
And  in  thy  book  the  promife  (lands, 
That  where  thou  art,  thy  friends  muftbe/] 

1 01.  The  Worlds  three  Chief  Temptations. 

I   X  XT  HEN  in  the  light  of  faith  divine, 
V  V     We  look  on  things  below, 
Honour,  and  gold,  and  fenfual  joy, 
How  vain  and  dang'rous  too. 

%  [Honour's  a  pufFof  noify  breath  j 
Yet  men  expofe  their  blood. 
And  venture  everlafting  death 
To  gain  that  airy  good. 

3  While  others  ftarve  the  nobler  mind, 
And  feed  on  mining  duft. 
They  rob  the  ferpent  of  his  food, 
T' indulge  a  fordid  lull.] 


HYMN    GIL  19$ 

The  pleafures  thst  allure  our  fenfe, 

Are  dang'rous  fnares  to  fouls  ! 
There's  but  a  drop  of  fiati'ring  fweet, 
And  dafli'd  with  bitter  bowls, 
jj  God  is  my  ali-fufrieient  good, 
My  portion  2nd  my  choice  ; 
In  him  my  vaft  defires  are  fill'd, 

And  ail  my  pow'rs  rejoice, 
In  vain  the  world  accofts  my  ear<, 

And  tempts  my  heart  anew  ; 
I  cannot  bay  your  blifs  fo  dear, 
Nor  part  with  heav'n  for  yon. 
1 01       A  Happy  RcfurrcFiion. 

K\  O,  I'll  repine  at  death  no  more, 
j    But  with  a  cheerful  gafp  refign 
To  the  cold  dungeon  of  the  grave 
Yhefe  dyhig,  wnh'ring  limbs  of  mine* 
Let  worms  devour  my  wafting  rleu\. 
And  crumble  ait  my  bones  to  d u ft ; 
My  God  Dial  J  raife  my  frame  anew 
At  the  revival  of  the  juft- 
Break,  facred  morning  thro*  the  (ki$$, 
Bring  that  delightful,  dreadful  day; 
Cut  {Hon  the  hours,  dear  Lord,  and  come 
Thy  lingering  wheels,  hew  long  they  flay 
[Our  weary  fpirits  faint  to  fee 
The  light  of  thy  returning  face, 
And  hear  the  language  of  thofe  lips, 
Where  God  has  ilied  his  richetl  gracc.][ 
[Halle  then  upon  the  wings  of  love, 
Rouze  ail  the  pious  flecping  clay, 
That  we  may  join  in  heav'nfy  joys 
And  ling  the  triumphs  of  the  dzy,~l 
M  z 


iq5  HYMN    CIV.  Bk.  II, 

ioj,  Chrift's  Commiffioji.  John  iii.  \C,  17. 

1  /SOme  happy  fouls  approach  your  God 
\^j   With  new  melodious  fongsj 
Come,  render  to  almighty  grace 

The  tribute  of  your  tongues. 

2  So  ftrange,  fo  boundlcfs  was  the  love, 

That  pity'd  dying  men, 

The  Father  fent  his  equal  Son 

To  give  them  life  again. 

3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jefus,  were  not  arm'd 

With  an  avenging  rod, 
Nor  hard  com  million  to  perform 
The  veng'ance  of  a  God. 

4  Bat  all  was  mercy,  all  was  mild, 

And  wrath  forfook  the  throne, 
When  Chrilr.  on  the  kind  errand  came^ 
And  brought  falvation  down. 
$  Here  fmners,  you  may  heal  your  wounds, 
And  wipe  your  forrows  dry ; 
Trull  in  the  mighty  Saviour's  name, 
And  you  ill  a  1 1  never  die. 
€  See,  deareil  Lord,  our  willing  fouls 
Accept  thine  ufFcr'd  grace  ; 
We  blefs  the  great  redeemer's  love, 
Apd  give  the  Father  praife. 
104,  The  Same. 
1    *TJ  AISE  your  triumph  il  fongs 
JL^L   To  an  immortal  tune, 
Let  the  wide  earth  reibond  the  deeds 
CeleiliaJ  grace  has  done, 
l     Sing  how  eternal  love 
Irs  chief  beloved  chafe. 
And  hi  him  raife  our  wretched  r<ice 
teir  a  by  is  of  woes. 


I.  HYMN     CV. 

g\His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 
Nor  terror  clothes  his  brow, 
Nor  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  foals 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 
4  'Twas  mercy  fill'd  the  throne, 
And  wrath  flood  illent  by, 
When  Chrift  was  fent  with  pardons  down^ 
To  rebels  doom'd  to  die. 
$  Now,  finners,  dry  your  tears, 
Let  hopeiefs  forsows  ceafe  ; 
Bow  to  the  fceptre  of  his  love, 
And  take  the  offer'd  peace, 
6  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call, 
We  lay  an  humble  claim 
To  the  falvation  thou  haft  brought, 
And  love  and  praife  thy  name. 
IO>.  Repentance  flowing  jrom  the  patience  of 

God. 
i      A    NP  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  f 
x\.   And  do  we  yet  rebel  P 
'Tis  boundlefs,  'tis  amazing  love, 
That  bears  us  up  from  hell ! 
2  The  burden  of  our  weighty  guilt 
Would  link  us  down  to  flames, 
And  thrcat'ning  veng'ance  rolls  above, 
To  cruih.  our  feeble  frames. 
5  Almighty  goodnefs  cries,  "  forbear  :" 
And  ftrak  the  thund'rer  ftays  ; 
And  dare  we  now  provoke  his  wrath. 
And  weary  out  his  grace  ? 
4  Lord,  we  have  iong  abus'd  r,hy  love., 
Too  long  indulg'd  oar  fin  : 
Our  aching  hearts  e'en  bleed  to  fee 
What  rebels  we  have  been, 


1*8  HY  M  N    CVII.  Bk.  II. 

5  No  more,  ye  lulls  fhall  ye  command 
No  more  will  we  obey  : 
Stretch  out,  O  God,  thy  conquering  hand, 
And  drive  thy  foes  away. 

ic6.   Repentance  at  the  Crsfj. 

1  {T~\  H,  if  my  foul  were  form'd  for  woe, 
V^r    How  would  I  vent  my  fighs ! 
Repenrance  mould  like  rivers  flow 

From  both  my  ftreamlrig  eyes. 

2  'Twas  for  my  fins,  my  deleft  Lord 

Hung  on  the  curfed  tree, 
And  groan'd  away  a  dying  life, 

F\>r  thee,  my  foul,  for  thee. 
j   O!  how  I  hate  thefe  lofts  of  mine 

That  crucify *d  my  God  ; 
Thofe  fins  that  piere'd  and  nail'd  his  ftefll 

Faft.  to  the  fatal  wood  ! 

4  Yes,  my'redeemer,  they  fli.ill  die, 

My  heart  has  fo  decreed  : 
Nor  will  I  fpare  the  guilty  things 
That  made  my  favionr  bleed. 

5  Whilil  with  a  melting  broken  hean 

My  murder'd  Lord  I  view, 
Til  raife  revesge  agiinft  my  fins, 
And  flay  the  murd'rers  too. 
107.     Tie  Ahferice  cj  God  intcisrahls. 

1  HJHIIAT  awful  day  will  fureiy  come, 

A      Th'  appointed  hour  makes  hafte. 
When  1  mnft  itand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pafs  the  folemn  tell. 

2  Thou  lovely  chief  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  fov'reign  of  my  heart, 
How  could  1  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  found,  "  Depart  ?•'$ 


HYMN      CVIIL  159 

j  [The  thunder  of  that  difmal  word, 
Would  fo  torment  my  ear, 
'Twould  tear  my  foul  afunder,  Lord, 
With  raoft  tormenting  fear.] 
,  [What,  to  be  banifh'd  from  my  life. 
And  yet  forbid  to  die  ? 
To  linger  in  eternal  pain. 
Yet  death  for  ever  fly  ?] 
I  O  wretched  ftate  of  deep  defpair, 
To  fee  my  God  remove, 
And  fix  my  doleful  ftation  where 
Imuft  not  tafle  his  love. 
£  Jcfns!  I  throw  my  arms  around, 
And  hang  upon  thy  breaft  : 
Without  a  gracious  fmile  from  thee 
My  fpiritcaanot  reft. 
7  O  !  tell  me  that  my  wcrthlefs  name 
Is  graven  on  thy  hands  ; 
Shew  me  fome  promife  in  thy  book, 
Where  my  falvation  Hands  ■ 
5  [Give  me  one  kind  alluring  word, 
To  fink  my  fears  again  : 
And  cheerfully  my  foul  (hall  waif, 
Her  threefcore  years  and  ten.] 

1 08  Accefs  to  the  throne  oj  Grace  by  a  Medlaic:\ 

COME,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 
Up  to  the  courts  above, 
And  fmile  to  fee  our  Father  there, 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 

Once  'twas  a. fear  of  dreadful  wrath, 

And  mot  devouring  flame  : 
Our  God  appear  d  confuting  fire, 

And  veng'ance  was  his  name, 


sea  H  Y  M  H     CIX.  Bk.  II 

3  Rich  were  the  drops  of  Jefu's  blood, 

That  calm'd  his  frowning  foce, 
That  Orinklcd  o'er  the  burning  throne, 
And  turn'd  the  wrath  to  grace. 

4  Now  we  may  bow  before  his  feetf 

And  venture  near  the  Lord: 
No  fiery  cherub  guards  his  fear, 
Nor  double  flaming  fu  bro\ 

5  The  peaceful  gaies  of  hcav'nly  bli/s 

Are  open'd  by  the  S:n  ; 
High  let  us  raife  our  notes  of  praifc, 
Aad  reach  th1  almighty  throne. 
$  To  thee  ten  thoufand  thanks  wc  bring, 
Great  advocate  on  high  ; 
And  ;>lory  to  th'  eternal  king 
That  lays  his  fury  by. 

J 09.    The  Darhiefs  of  Prov'tufrtt, 

|   TT    ORD,  we  adore  ihj  va IT:  defigni, 
(L^   Th'  cbfcttfe  Abyfs  of  providence> 
Too  deep  to  foand  with  mortal  lines, 
Too  dark  to  view  with  feeble  fenfe. 

£.  Now  thou  array  'ft  thine  aw  fill  face 
In  angry  frowns,  Without  a  finile  : 
We,  thro' the  cloud,  believe  fhy  grace^ 
Secure  o:  thy  eoflipawoji  ftiil. 

3  Thro'  f  as  and  ftorms  of  deep  diftfeTs, 
We  fail  by  faith,  and  not  by  fight  i 
Faith  guides  cs  in  the  vrilderncfcj 
Thro'  all  the  briars,  anJ  the  night. 

4  Dear  father,  if  thy  lifted  rod 
Refotvc  to  feoufge  us  here  below, 
Sri  11  we  mufl:  tean  upon  our  God, 
Tuiac  arn  lhall  b:ar  us  fafely  thro'. 


A 


HYMN    CXL  ?oi 

IO.  Triumph  over  death  in  hope  of  the  Refur* 
retfiCH. 
ND  muft  this  body  die  ? 
This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 
And  mull  tbefe  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  monld'ring  in  the  clay  f 
Corruption,  earth  and  worms., 
Shall  but  refine  this  ikih, 
Till  my  triumphant  fpirit  comes 
To  put  it  on  afrefh, 
God  my  redeemer  lives 
And  often  from  the  fkies 
Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  dcitj, 
Till  he  fnall  bid  it  rife. 
£       Array'd  in  glorious  grace 
Shall   thefe  vile  bodies  fhine, 
And  cv'ry  fliape,  and  ev'ry  face 
Look  heav'nly  and  divine. 
5:       Thefe  lively  hopes  we  owe 
To  Jems'  dying  love  ; 
"Tc  would  adore  his  grace  below," 
And  fiag  his  pow'r  above, 
h       Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praife 
Of  thefe  our  humble  fongs. 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  found  we  raife 
Witfi  our  immortal  tongues, 
III.     Tharjkfghirtg  for    ViBory  :    cr,   God'  2 
Dominion  and  cur  Deliverance, 

1  ry  1QN  rejoice  and  Judah  ling, 
/j   The  Lord  auumes  his  throne. 
Let  Britain  own  the  heav'nly  king, 

And  make  his  glories  known. 

2  The  ^reat,  the  wicked,  and  the  proud 

Fron  their  high  feats  are  hnri'd, 


2oa  HYMN     CXII,  Bk.  Il| 

Jehovah  rides  upon  a  cloud. 
And  thunders  thro'  rhe  world. 

3  He  reigns  upon  th*  eternal  hills, 

D  (tributes  mortal  crowns, 
Empires  are  fix'd  beneath  hisfmiles, 
\n\  totter  at  his  frowns. 

4  Navies  that  rule  the  ocean  wide, 

Are  vanquiih'd  by  his  breath  ; 
And  legions arm'd  with  powrand  pride, 
Drfcndto  vvat'ry  death. 

3  Let  tyrants  make  no  more  pretence 
To  vex  our  happy  land  ; 
Jehovah's  name  is  our  defence, 
Our  buckler  is  his  hand. 

6  [Long  may  the  king  our  fov'reign  live 
To  rule  us  by  his  word  ; 
And  all  the  honours  we  can  give 
Be  ofFer'd  to  the  Lord.] 

112,  Angels  miniflering  to  Chrift  and  the  Saints* 

v    /*"*1  Reat  God  !  to  what  a  glorious  height, 
VJ  Haft  thou  advane'd  the  Lord  thy  Son  ? 
Angels  in  all  their  robes  of  light, 
Are  made  the  fervants  of  his  throne, 

%   Before  his  feet  thine  armies  wait, 
And  fwift  as  flames  ->f  lire  they  move, 
To  manage  his  affairs  of  date, 
In  works  of  veng'ance  and  of  love. 

3  His  orders  run  thro'  all  the  hofls : 
Legions  defcend  at  his  command 
To  lhield  and  guard  the  Britifh  coafls 
When  foreign  rage  invades  our  land. 


HYMN     CXIII,  op$ 

Now  they  are  fent  to  guide  our  feet 
Up  to  the  gates  of  thine  abode, 
Thro*  all  the  dangers  that  we  meet 
In  travelling  the  beav'nly  road. 
Lord,  when  I  leave  this  mortal  ground, 
And  thou  (halt  bid  me  rife  and  come ; 
Send  a  beloved  angel  down 
Safe  to  conduct  my  fpirit  home. 
115.     The  Same. 

THE  majefty  of  Solomon ; 
How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
The  fervants  waiting  round  his  throng 

The  iv'ry  and  the  gold  1 
Bat,  mighty  God  !  thy  palace  Ihines, 

With  far  fuperior  beams; 
Thine  angel-guards  are  fwift  as  winds, 

Thy  mmifters  are  flames. 
[Soon  as  thine  only  fon  had  made 

His  entrance  on  the  earth, 
A  mining  army  downward  fled 

To  celebrate  his  birth. 
And  when,  opprefs'd  with  pains  and  fears* 

On  the  cold  ground  he  lies, 
Behold  a  beav'nly  form  appears; 

T'  allay  his  Agonies.] 
Now  to  the  hands  of  Chrifl  our  king, 

Are  all  their  legions  givJn  ; 
They  wait  upon  his  faints  and  bring, 

His  ehofen  heirs  toheav'n. 
Pleafure  and  praife  run  thro'  their  holt, 

To  fee  a  finner  turn  ; 
Then  Satan  has  a  captive  loft, 

And  Chrift  a  flibject  born, 
N 


204  HYMN     CXV.  Bk.  ] 

7  But  there's  an  hour  of  brighter  joy, 
When  he  his  angels  fends 
Obflinate  rebels  to  deftroy, 
And  gather  in  his  friends. 
2  O !  could  I  hy  without  a  doubt, 
There  (hall  my  foul  be  found  ; 
Then  let  the  great  archangel  fliont, 
And  the  laft  trumpet  found. 

114  Chvlft's  Death,   Viftory  and  Dominion 

1  T    Sing  my  Saviour's  wond'rous  death  ; 
JL   He  conquer' d  when  he  fell ; 
'Tisfinifhed    laid  his  dying  breath, 

Ami  fhook  the  gates  of  hell. 

2  'Tisfinijb'd  our  Immanuel  cries, 

The  dreadful  work  is  done  ; 
Hence  /half  his  fov'reign  throne  arife, 
His  kingdom  is  begun. 

3  His  cfofs  a  fure  foundation  laid 

For  glory  and  renown, 
When  thro*  the  regions  of  the  dead 
He  pafs'd  ro  reach  the  crown. 

4  Exalted  at  his  father's  fide 

Sits  our  victorious  Lord  : 
To  heav'n  and  hell  his  hands  divide 

The  veng'ance  or  reward. 
$  The  faints  from  his  propitious  eye 

Await  their  fev'ral  crowns, 
And  all  the  fons  of  darknefs  fiy 

The  terror  of  his  frowns. 

1 1 5.  God  the  Avenger  of  his  faints :    or,    > 

Kingdom  fupreme. 
I  TTIgh  as  the  heav'ns  above  the  ground 
jTJ,  Reigns  the  creator  God ; 


HYMN    CXVI.  2©j 

Wide  as  the  whole  creation's  bound. 

Extends  his  awful  rod. 
a  Let  Princes  of  exalted  flare 

To  him  afcribe  their  crown ; 
Render  their  homage  at  his  feet 

And  caft  their  glories  down. 

3  Know  that  his  kingdom  is  fupreme : 

Your  lofty  thoughts  are  vain ; 
He  calls  you  Gods,  that  awful  name, 
But  ye  mull  die  like  men. 

4  Then  let  the  fov'rejgns  of  the  globe, 

Not  dare  to  vex  the  jnft  ; 
He  purs  on  veng'ance  like  a  robe, 
And  treads  the  worms  to  dufl. 

5  Ye  judges  of  the  earth  be  wife, 

And  think  of  heav'n  with  fear; 
-The  meaneft  faint  that  you  defpife 
Has  an  avenger  there, 

1 1 6.  Mercies  and  Thanhs, 

I  TT  OW  can  I  fink  with  fuch  a  prop 
Jj,  As  my  eternal  God, 
Who  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up, 
And  fprcads  the  heaven's  abroad.3* 
%  How  can  I  die  while  Jefus  lives, 
Whorofe  and  left  the  dead! 
Pardon  and  grace  my  foul  receives 
From  mine  exalted  head, 

3  All  that  I  am,  and  all  1  have 

Shall  l>e  for  ev&r  thine  ; 
What'er  my  duty  bids  me  give, 
My  cheerful  hands  refign. 

4  Yet  if  I  might  make  fome  reierve, 

And  duty  did  n»t  caH, ' 


io6  HYMN    CXIX.  Bk.  II. 

I  love  my  God  with  zeal  fo  great 
That  I  mould  give  him  all. 

117.     Living  and  dying  ivith  God  prefef}£. 

1  If   Cannot  bear  thine  abfence  Lord  ; 
JL    My  life  expires  if  thou  depart; 

Be  thou,  my  heart,  ftill  ncsr  my  God, 
And  thou,  my  God,  be  near  my  heart. 

a   I  was  not  born  for  earth  or  fin, 
Nor  can  I  live  -on  things  fo  vile  : 
Yet  I  will  ftay  my  father's  time, 
And  hope  and  wait  for  heav'n  awhile, 

3  Then  deareft  Lord,  in  thine  embrace 
Let  me  refign  my  fleeting  breath  ; 
And,  with  a  ftnile  upon  my  face 
Pais  the  important  hour  of  death. 

118.  The  Prieflhtod of  Chrift. 
j   TJ  LOOD  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  Ikies, 
JD   Revenge,  the  blood  of  Abel  cries  ; 
But  the  dear  Stream  when  Chrift  was  (kin 
Speaks  peace  as  loud  from  ev'ry  vein. 

2  Pardon  and  peace  from  God  on  high  ; 
Behold  he  lay?  his  veng'ance  by  ; 
And  rebels  that  deferve  his  fword, 
Become  the  fav'ritcs  of  the  Lord. 

5  To  Jefus  let  our  praifes  rife, 
Who  gave  his  life  a  facrifiee  ; 
Now  he  appears  before  his  God, 
And  for  our  pardon,  pleads  his  blood. 
\  19.  The  Holy  Scriptures. 
x    "f"     ADLN  with  guilt  and  full  of  fears 
i  a   I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord ! 
And  not  a  glimpfe  of  hope  appears, 
But  in  thy  written  word. 


HYMN    CXX.  207 

g  The  volume  of  my  father's  grace, 
Does  all  my  grief  afFuage  : 
Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 
Almoft  in  ev'ry  page, 

3  [This  is  the  field  wnere  hidden  lies 

The  pearl  of  price  unknown  ; 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wife 
Who  makes  that  pearl  his  own, 

4  Here  confecrated  water  flows 

To  quench  my  third  of  fin ; 
Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 
Nor  danger  dwells  therein. 

5  This  is  the  judge  that  ends  the  flrife, 

Where  wit  and  reafon  fail ; 
J4.y  guide  to  everlafting  life 
Thro'  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

6  O  !  may  thy  counfels  mighty  God  i- 

My  roving  feet  command  » 
Nor  I  forfake  the  happy  road, 
That  leads  to  thy  right  hand, 

120  The  law  and  Gofp el  joined  in  Scripture* 

1  'TpHE  Lord  declares  his  will, 

X     And  keeps  the  world  in  awe  j 
Amidft  the  fmoke  on  Sinai's  hill, 
Breaks  out  his  fiery  law. 

2  The  Lord  reveals  his  face, 

And  fmiling  from  above 
Sends  down  the  gofpel  of  his  grace, 
Th'  epiftles  of  his  love 

3  Thefe  facrcd  words  impart 

Our  Maker's  juft  commands  : 
The  pity  of  his  melting  heart, 
And  ven^'ance  of  his  hands, 


208  HYMN    CXXI.  Bk.  II. 

4  [Hence  we  awake  our  fear, 

We  draw  our  comfort  hence ; 
The  arms  of  grace  are  treafur'd  here, 

And  armour  of  defence. 
$  We  learn  Chrift  crucify'd, 

And  here  behold  his  blood 
All  arts  and  knowledges  befide 

Will  do  us  little  good.] 

6  We  read  the  heav'nly  word, 

We  take  the  offer'd  grace, 
Obey  the  (Urates  of  the  Lord, 
And  trait  his  promifes. 

7  In  vain  lhaji  Satan  rage 

Againfl  a  book  divine, 
Where  wrath  and  lightning  guard  the  page, 
There  beams  of  mercy  (bine, 

izl.    The  Ltw  and  Gofpel  diflinguifried. 

THE  law  commands  and  makes  us  know 
What  duties  to  our  God  we  owe  ; 
But  'tis  the  gofpel  mud  reveal 
There  lies  bur  itrength  to  do  his  will. 

2  The  law  difcovers  guilt  and  fin, 

And  fhews  how  vile  our  hearts  have  been, 
Only  the  gofpel  can  exprefs 
Forgiving  love  and  cleanfing  grace, 

3  What  curfes  doth  the  law  denounce 
Againfl  the  man  that  fails  but  once  ' 
But  in  the  gofpel  Chrift  appears, 
Pard'ning  the  guilt  of  numerous  years, 

4  My  foul  no  more  attempt  to  draw 
Thy  life  and  comfort  from  the  law  -f 
Fly  to  the  hope  the  gofpel  gives  : 
The  man  that  trufls  the  promife  live*. 


HYMN    CXXIH.  *o9 

12*.  Retirement  and  Meditation. 

MY  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  ftranger  to  my f elf  and  thee  5 
Amidft  a  thoufand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  higheft  love. 
Why  mould  my  paffions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debafe  my  heav'nly  birth  f 
Why  mould  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  faviour  go  ? 
Call  me  away  from  flefh  and  fenfe  ; 
One  fov'reign  word  can  draw  me  thence  s 
I  would  obey  thy  voice  divine, 
And  all  inferior  joys  refign.        ( 
.  Be  earth,  with  all  her  fcenes  withdrawn  j 
Lctnoife  and  vanity  be  gone; 
In  fecret  filence  of  the  mind, 
My  heav'n  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 

123.  The  benefit  of  public  Ordinances 
WAY  from  ev'ry  mortal  care, 
Away  from  earth  our  fouls  retreat 

We"leave  this  worthlefs  world  afar, 

And  wait  and  worlhip  near  thy  feat 
1  Lord,  in  the  temple  of  thy  grace 

We  fee  thy  feet,  and  we  adore 

We  gaze  upon  thy  lovely  face ; 

And  learn  the  wonders  of  thy  powV. 
3  While  here  our  various  wants  we  mourn, 

United  groans  afcend  on  high ; 

And  prayer  bears  a  quick  return 

Of  bleffings  in  variety. 
4  [If  Satan  rage  and  fin  grows  ftrong, 

Here  we  receive  fome  cheering  word  # 


■a 


2io  HYMN    GXXIV,       Bk.  II, 

Wc  gird  the  gofpel-armour  on, 
To  fight  the  battles  of  the  Lord. 

5  Or  if  our  fpirit  faints  and  dies, 
(Our  confeience  gall  with  inward  {lings) 
Here  doth  the  righteous  fun  arife 
With  healing  beams  beneath  his  wings.] 

6  Father!  my  foul  would  (till  abide 
Within  thy  temple,  near  thy  frde  ; 
But  if  my  feet  muft  hence  depart, 
Still  keep  thy  dwelling  in  my  heart. 

124.  Mofts,   Aaron,  and  Jojhua, 

1  ''THIS  not  tne  Iaw  °f  ten  commands, 

A      On  holy  Sinai  giv'n, 
Or  fent  to  men  by  Mofes'  hands, 
Can  bring  us  fafe  to  beav'n. 

2  'Tis  not  the  blood  which  Aaron  fpilt^ 

Nor  fmoke  of  fweetefl  fmeil, 
Can  buy  a  pardon  for  our  guilt, 
Orfave  our  fouls  from  hell, 

3  Aaron  the  prieit  refigns  his  breatfc 

At  God's  immediate  will ; 
And  in  the  defert  yields  to  death 
Upon  the  appointed  hill. 

4  And  thus,  on  Jordan's  yonder  fide 

The  tribes  of  Ifr'el  ftand, 
While  Mofcs  how'd  his  bead  and  dy'd 
Short  of  the  promis'd  land. 

5  Ifr'el  rejoice,  now  Jolhua  *  leads, 

He'll  bring  your  tribes  to  reft; 

So  far  the  Saviour's  name  exceeds 

The  Ruler  and  the  Priest. 

*  Joshua,  the  fame  with  Jesus,  and fignifiez 
a  Saviour, 


H  Y  M  N     CXXVI.  ih 

I2f.     Faith    and  Repentance,    Unbelief,   and 
Impenitence, 

i  "I      IFE  and  immortal  joys  are  giv'n 
JLj   To  fouls  that  mourn  the  Tins  they've 

done  ; 
Children  of  wrath  made  heirs  of  heav'u 
By  faith  in  God's  eternal  fon, 

z  Woe  to  the  wretch  who  never  felt 
The  inward  pangs  of  pious  grief,. 
But  adds  to  all  his  crying  gliilt 
The  ftubborn  lin  of  unbelief. 

a  The  law  condemns  the  rebel  dead, 
Under  the  wrath  of  God  he  lies: 
He  feals  the  cnrfe  on  his  own  head, 
-And  with  a  double  veng'ance  dies, 

126..    God  Glorified  in  the  GofpeU 

1  r-|~iHE  Lord,  defcending  from  above, 

JL     Invites  bis  children  near  ; 
While  pow'r  and  truth  and  boundlefs  love, 
Difplay  their  glories  here. 

2  Here,  in  thy  gofpel's  won.d'rous  frame* 

Frelh  wi.fdom  we  purfue  ; 
A  thojiiand  angels,  learn  thy  name, 
Beyond  vvhut'er  they  knew. 

-  3  Thy  name  is  writ  in  faireft  lines, 
Thy  wonders  here  we  trace; 
Wifdom  thro'  all  the  myft'ry  mines, 
And  mines  in  Jehus'  face. 

4  The  law  i;s  bed  obedience  owes 
To  our  incarnate  God  l- 

\7    o 


113         HYMN    CXXVIIL        Bk.  H. 

And  thy  revenging  juftice  (haws 

Its  honours  in  his  blood. 
S  But  ftill  the  luftre  of  thy  grace 

Our  warmer  thoughts  employs, 
Gilds  the  whole  fceiie  with  brighter  ray§ 

Mid  more  exalts  our  joys. 

1 27.  Circumcifon  and  Baptifm. 

{Written  only  for  thofe  who  pra&ife  the  bap- 

tifm  of  Infants.) 

1  npHUS  did  the  fons  of  Abrah'm  pafs, 

X     Under  the  bloody  feal  of  grace; 
The  young  difciplcs  bore  the  yoke, 
Till  Chrift:  the  painful  bondage  broke. 

2  By  milder  ways  doth  Jefus  prove 
His  father's  cov'nant,  and  his  love  ; 
He  feals  to  faints  his  glorious  grace, 
And  not  forbids  their  infant  race. 

3  Their  feed  is  fprinkled  with  his  blood  ; 
Their  children  fet  apart  for  God  ; 
His  fpirit  on  their  offspring  flied, 
Like  water  ponr'd  upon  the  head. 

4  Let  ev'ry  faint  with  cheerful  voice 
In  this  large  covenant  rejoice  : 
Young  children  in  their  early  days 
Shall  give  the  God  of  Abra'm  praife. 

128.  Corrupt  Nature  from  Adam. 

1  "O  Lefs'd  with  the  joys  of  innocence 
J3  Adam  our  father  itood, 

Till  he  debas'd  his  foul  to  fenfe, 
And  eat  forbidden  food. 

2  Now  we  are  born  a  fenfual  race. 

To  finful  joys  inc{in'd  ; 


p  Y  M  N     CXXIX,  us 

Reafon  has  loft  its  native  place. 
And  flefh  enflaves  the  mind. 

While  flefh,  and  fenfe,  and  paifion  reigns, 

Sin  is  the  fweeteft  good; 
We  fancy  mufic  in  our  chains, 

And  fo  forget  the  load. 

Great  God  /  renew  our  ruin'd  frame ; 

Our  broken  pow'rs  reftore  : 
Infpire  us  with  a-heav'nly  flame, 

And  flefh  (hall  reign  no  more,, 

Eternal  fpirit !  write  thy  law 

Upon  our  inward  parts, 
And  let  the  fccond  Adam  draw 

His  image  on  our  hearts. 

129.  We  walk  by  Faith  not  by  figfa, 

TIS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 
We  walk  thro*  defarts  dark  as  nighty 
Till  we  arriye  atheav'n  our  home  ; 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

The  want  of  fight  me  well  fupplies  ; 
She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear  » 
Far  into  diftant  worlds  fhe  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

Cheerful  we  tread  the  defart  thro' 
While  faith  infpires  a  heav'nly  ray, 
Tho*  Lions  roar,  and  tempefts  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

So  Abra'm,  by  divine  command, 
Left  his  own  boufe  to  walk  with  God  i 
His  faith  beheld  the  promis'd  land, 
And  nVd  his  zeal  along  the  road. 


ai4  HYMN    CXXXK        $k,  II, 

130,  The  New  Creation  : 

1  A  ^tend,  w^i^e  God  s  exalted  fon 
Jt\.  Doth  his  own  glories  {hew  ; 

sl  Behold  I  fit  upon  my  thjone, 
"  Creating  all  things  new. 

2  "  Nature  and  fin  are  pafs'd  away, 

"  And  the  old  Adam  dirs  ; 
u  My  hands  a  new  foundation  lay  ,• 

"  See  the  new  world  arife  1 
.3  4f  I'll  be  a  fun  of  righteouinefs 

"  To  the  new  heav'ns  I  make  ; 
"  None  but  the  new  born  heirs  of  grace 

"  My  glories  (hall  partake." 

4  Mighty  Redeemer!  fet  me  free 

From  my  old  flate  of  fin : 

O,  make  my  foul  alive  to  thee; 

Create  new  pow'rs  within. 

5  Renew  mine  eyes,  and  form  mine  car$, 

And  mould  my  heart  afrelh  ; 
Give  me  new  pattions,  joys  and  fears, 
And  turn  the  flone  to  flclh. 

£  Far  from  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
From  fm,  and  earth,  and  hell; 
In  the  new  world  that  grace  has  made. 
I  would  for  ever  dwell. 

1 31.  The  Excellency  of  the  Chr'tpan  Religion 

I    1       ET  everhfting  glories  crown 
JLj    Thy  head,  my  Saviour  and  n\y  Lord 
Thy  hands  have  brought  falvation  down, 
And  writ  the  blcflings  in  thy  word. 

%  [What  if  ve  trace  the  globe  around, 
nd  fearch  from  Britain  to  Japan, 


HYMN    CXXXIL  2t> 

There  {hall  be  no  religion  found 
So  juft  to  God,  fo  fafe  to  man  ] 

3  In  vain  the  trembling  conference  feeks 
Some  folid  ground  to  reft  upon ; 
With  long  defpair  the  fpirit  breaks, 
Till  we  apply  to  Chrift  alone. 

4  How  well  thy  blefTed  truths  agree5 
How  wife  and  holy  thy  commands  ! 
Thy  promifes  how  firm  they  be ! 
How  firm  our  hope  and  comfort  fhnds1 

j  [Not  the  feign'd  fields  of  heath'nilh  blifs 
Could  raife  fuch  pleasure  in  the  mind  ; 
Nor  does  the  Turkiih  Paradife 
Pretend  to  joys  fo  well  refiu'd] 

6.  Should  all  the  forms  that  men  devifo 
Aflault  my  faith  with  treach'rous  art, 
I'd  call  them  vanity  and  lies, 
And  bind  the  gofpel  to  my  heart. 

B52,  The  Offices,  of  Chrift. 

1  "TTSiT"^  k*e^s  fhe  prophet  of  the  Lord, 

VV     That  comes  with  truth  and  grace; 
Jefus,  thy  fpirit  and  thy  word 
Shall  lead  us  in  thy  ways. 

2  We  rev'rence  our  high  prieft  above 

Who  offer'd  up  his  blood, 

And  lives  to  carry  on  his  love, 

'  By  pleading  with  our  God. 

3  We  honour  our  exalted  king. 

How  fweet  are  his  commands !i 
He  guards  our  fouls  from  hell  and  fin 
By  his  almighty  hands. 

4  Hofanna  to  his  glorious  name, 

Whofayesby  difPrent  ways; 


a*l  HYMN    CXXXIV.      Bk.  II. 

His  mercies  lay  a  fov'reign  claim 
To  our  immortal  praife. 

133.    The  operations  of  the  Holy  Spirit. 

1  "p  Ternal  lpirit !  we  confefs 

1    +  And  ling  the  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
Thy  pow'r  conveys  our  blellings  down 
From  God  the  Father  and  the  Son. 

2  Enlighten'd  by  thine  heav'nly  ray, 
Our  (hades  and  darknefs  turn  to  day; 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger  and  our  refuge  too. 

3  Thy  pow'r  and  glory  work  within, 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  fin 
Do  our  imperious  lulls  fubdue, 

And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  confeience  knows  thy  voice, 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys  : 
Thy  words  allay  the  ftormy  wind, 

And  calm  the  furges  of  the  mind. 

154.    Circumcifion  abolijhed. 

x   HP  HE  promife  was  divinely  free, 
I       Exteniive  was  the  grace  ; 
"  1  will  the  God  of  Abrah'm  be, 
And  of  his  num'rous  race," 

2.  He  faid,  and  with  a  bloody  feal 
Confirm'd  the  words  he  fpoke: 
Long  did  the  fons  of  Abrah'm  feel 
The  fharp  and  painful  yoke. 

3  'Till  God's  own  Son,  defcending  low; 
Gave  his  own  flefh  to  bleed  ; 
And  gentiles  talle  the  bleffings  now, 
From  the  hard  bondage  freed. 


HYMN     CX'XXVI.         sif 

The  God  of  Abraham  claims  our  praife, 

His  promifes  endure : 
And  Chrift  the  Lord  in  gentler  ways 

Makes  the  falvation  fare. 

13$.  Types  and  Prophecies  of  ChrifK 

Ehold  the  woman's  promis'd  feed  ! 
Behold  the  great  Mefliah  come J. 
Behold  the  prophets  all  agreed 
To  give  him  the  fuperior  room! 
Abrah'm  the  faint,  rejoie'd  of  old 
When  vifions  of  the  Lord  he  faw! 
Mofes,  the  man  of  God,  foretold 
The  great  fulfiller  of  his  law. 
The  types  bore  witnefs  to  his  name, 
Obtain'd  their  chief  defign  and  ceas'd; 
Theincenfe  and  the  bleeding  Lamb, 
The  ark,  the  altar,  and  the  prieit. 
Predictions  in  abundance  meet 
To  join  their  bleflings  on  his  head : 
Jefus  we  worihip  at  thy  feet, 
And  nations  own  the  promis'd  feed. 

136.  Miracles  at  the  Birth  of  Chrift. 

THE  king  of  glory  fends  his  Son 
To  make  his  entrance  on  this  earth  5 
Behold  the  midnight  bright  as  noon, 
And  heav'nly  hofts  declare  his  birth  \ 

About  the  young  redeemer's  bead 
What  wonders  and  what  glories  meet  | 
An  unknown  ftar  arofe  and  led 
The  eaftern  fages  to  his  fett. 
Simeon  and  Anna  both  confpire 
avioar  to  proclaim ; 


21 8         HYMN     CXXXYIll.     Bk.  II, 

Inward  they  felt  the  facred  fire, 

And  blefs'd  the  babe  and  own'd  his  name. 
4.  Let  Jews  and  Greeks  blafpheme  aloud, 

And  treat  the  holy  child  with  fcorn, 

Our  fouls  adore  th'  eternal  God, 

Who  condefcended  to  be  born. 

1 57.   Miracles  hi  the  Life,  Death,  and Re/ur- 
rcclion  of  C&rift, 

1  T>  Eh  old,  the  blind  their  light  receive  \ 
JL5  Bcli old  the  dead  awake  and  live  1 
The  dumb  fpeaJc  wonders,  and  the  lame 
Leap  like  the  hart,  and  fclefs  his  name  i 

2  Thus  doth  the  eternal  fpirii  own 
And  feal  the  million  oft.be  Son, 
The  Father  vindicates  his  caufr, 
While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  crofs. 

5  He  dies !  the  heav'ns  in  mourning  ftootf. 
He  rifts,   and  appears  a  God  : 
Behold  the  Lord  afcending  high, 
Naraore  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die' 

4  Hence  and  forever  from  my  heart, 
1  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart  : 
And  to  thole  hands  my  i'on]  refign 
Which  bear  credentials  fo  divine. 

138.    The   Power  of  the  GofpeL 

1  HP  HIS  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 

X      Sent  to  the  nations  from  above; 
Jehovah  here  refolves  to  [hew 
What  his  almighty  grace  can  do. 

2  This  remedy  did  wifdom  find, 
To  heal  difcafes  of  the  mind  ; 

This  fov'reign  balm,  whofe  virtues ca» 
Rcftprc  the  ruiii'd  creaiure  man. 


HHIN    GXXXIX,-         ||| 

The  gofpcl  bids  the  dead  revive  ; 
Sinners  obey  the  voice,  and  live  : 
Dry  bones  are  rais'd,  and  cloth'd  afrefh2 
And  hearts  of  (lone  are  turn'd  to  iieih, 
[When  fatan  reign'd  in  fhades  of  night, 
The  gofpel  ftrikes  a  heav'nly  light 
Our  lull  its  wondrous  pow'r  coiitrouls,_ 
And  claims  the  rage  of  angry  fouls.]. 
[Lions  and  beafts  of  favage  name 
Put  on  the  nature  of  the  lamb  ; 
While  the  wide  world  efteems  it  ftrange, 
Gaze  and  admire,  and  hate  the  change.] 
May  but  this  grace  my  foul  renew, 
Let  tinners  gaze,  and  hate  me  too; 
The  word  that  favcs  ire  does  engage 
A  fure  defence  from  all  their  rage. 

i  %$.    7ke  example  of  Chrifl. 

MY  dear  redeemer  and  my  Lord  \ 
I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word  j 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears 
Drawn  cut  in  living  characlers. 
Such  was  thy  truth  and  fuch  thy  zea!, 
Such  def'rence  to  thy  father's  will. 
Such  love  and  meeknefs  fo  divine. 
I  would  tranfcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 
Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witncfs'd  the  fervor  of  thy  pray'r 
The  defert  thy  temptations  knew. 
Thy  conflict  and  thy  vict'ry  too. 
Be  thou  my  pattern,  make  me  heir. 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here  ; 
Then  God  the  judge  fhall  own  my  name, 
^mongfl:  the  follow'rs  of  the  Lamb. 


3i •  HYMN    CXLT,  Bk.  II 

140.  The  Example  ©/Thrift  and  the  Saints, 
1  /~1  IVE  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rife 
VJT   Within  the  vail,  and  fee, 
The  faints  above,  how  great  their  joyi, 
How  bright  their  glories  be, 

1  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tears ; 

They  wreftled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 

With  fins  and  doubts  and  fears. 

3  I  afk  them  whence  their  vicVry  came  ? 

They  with  united  breath, 
Afcribe  the  conqueft  to  the  Lamb, 
Their  triumph  to  his  death, 

4  They  mark'd  the  footfteps  that  he  trod, 

(His  zeal  infpir'd  their  breaft:) 
And  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Poflefs'd  the  promis'd  reft. 

5  Our  glorious  leader  claims  our  praife 

For  his  own  pattern  giv'n, 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnefles, 
Shew  the  fame  path  to  heav'n. 

141.  Faith  afifled by  fenfe :  or,  Preaching  Bap- 
tifm,  and  the  Lord's  Supper, 

1  1\/TY  Saviour  Gad,   my  fov'reign  prince 
i\X.  Reigns  far  above  the  Ikies? 

But  brings  his  graces  down  to  fenfe, 
And  helps  my  faith  to  rife. 

2  My  eyes  and  ears  (hall  blefs  his  name, 

They  read  and  hear  his  word 
My  touch  and  talk  fhall  do  the  fame. 
When  they  receive  the  Lord. 


HYMN    CXLII.  221 

aptifmal  water  is  defign'd, 

To  feal  his  cleanfing  grace, 
While  at  his  feaft  of  bread  and  wine, 

He  gives  his  faints  a  place. 
3ut  not  the  waters  of  a  flood, 

Can  make  my  fleili  fo  clean, 
As  by  his  fpirit  and  his  blood, 

He'll  wafh  my  foal  from  fin. 
Mot  choiceft  meats  or  noblefl:  wines, 

So  much  my  heart  refrefh, 
As  when  my  faith  goes  thro'  the  figns, 

And  feeds  upon  his  flelh. 
I  love  the  Lord,  that  Hoops  fo  low, 

To  give  his  word  a  feal  : 
But  the  rich  grace  his  hands  beflow. 

Exceeds  the  figures  flill. 

14a.  Faith  in  Chrift  our  Sacrifice. 

yOT  all  the  blood  of  beafls, 
On  Jewiffi  altars  flain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  confeience  peace, 

Or  warn  away  the  {lain. 
But  Chrift  the  heav'nly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  fins  away ; 
Afacrifice  of  nobler  name, 

And  richer  blood  than  they. 
My  faith  would  lay  her  hand, 

On  that  dear  head  of  thine. 
"While  like  a  penitent  I  itand, 

And  there  confefs  my  fin. 
My  foul  looks  back  to  fee, 

The  burdens  thou  didft  bear, 
When  hanging  on  the  curfed  tree, 

And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 


222  H  Y  M  N     CXLIV.  BkIL 

5  Believing  vvc  rejoice, 

To  fee  the  curfe  remove  ; 
We  blefs  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  fing  his  bleeding  love. 

145.  Fit -Jb  and  Spirit. 

1  "X  JTY  Hat  diffrent  pow'rs  of  grace  and  fin 

V  V     Attend  our  mortal  flate  ? 
1  hate  the  thoughts  that  work  within, 
And  do  the  works  I  hate. 

2  Now  I  complain,  and  groan,  and  die, 

Whiie  fin  and  fatan  reign  : 
Now  raife  my  fongs  of  triumph  high, 
For  grace  prevails  again. 

3  Sodarknefs  druggies  with  the  light, 

Till  perfect  day  arife  ; 
Water  and  fire  maintain  the  fight, 
Until  the  weaker  dies. 

4  Thus  will  the  flem  and  fpirit  itrive, 

And  vex  and  break  my  peace; 
But  i  (hall  quit  this  mortal  life, 
And  I'm  for  ever  ceafe. 

144.  The  Effufim  of  the  Spirit ;  or,  Thefueesfi. 
ofths  Co/Pel, 

1  /~~1  Reat  was  the  dzy,  the  joy  was  grejft, 
VJJT    When  the  divine  difciples  met  : 
Whilft  on  their  heads  the  fpirit  came, 
And  fat  ike  tongues  of  cloven  flame. 

2  What  gifts,  what  miracles  he  gave 
And  pow'r  to  kill,  and  pow'r  to  lave  •' 

Furnim'd  their  tongues  with  wond'rous  -word* 
In/lead  of  fluel'ds  and  (pears  and  ivvords. 


HYMN    CXLV.  223 

g  Thus  arm'd,  he  fent  the  champions  forth;. 
From  eait  to  well,  from  foath  to  north 
"  Go  and  affert  your  Saviour's  caufe, 
Go  fpread  the  myiVry  of  his  crofs  *' 

4  Thefe  weapons  of  the  holy  war, 
Of  what  almighty  force  they  are 
To  make  our  ftubborn  paffions  bow, 
And  lay  the  proudeit  rebel  low. 

5  Nations,  the  learned  and  the  rude 
Are  by  thefe  heav'nly  arms  fubdu'd  % 
While  faran  rages  at  his  lofs, 

And  hates  the  doctrine  of  the  crofs. 

6  Great  king  of  grace .'  ray  heart  fubdue-, 
I  would  be  led  in  triumph  too, 

A  willing  captive  to  my  Lord, 
And  fing  the  vicVries  of  his  word. 

145.  Sight  through  agist/},  and  face  to  j at e^ 

s    f  Love  the  windows  of  thy  grace, 
j[   Thro*  which  the  Lord  is  feen, 
And  long  to  meet  my  Saviour's  face 
Without  a  glafs  between. 

2  O  that  the  happy  hour  were  come, 
To  change  my  faith  to  fight  \ 
I  {hall  behold  my  Lord  at  home, 
In  a  diviner  light. 

j  Hade,  my  beloved,  and  remove 
Thefe  intcrpofmg  days; 
Then  (hall  my  paffions  all  be  Ibve, 
Aad  all  my  pow**s  be  -priifc, 


224        HYMN    CXLVII.  BK.  II 

14*  The  vanity  ofCreaturesi  or,  norefionEartt 

1  1\/|"AN  has  a  foal  of  vaft  d»fires, 
JLvX   He  burns  within  with  reftlefs  fires 
Toft  to  and  fro,  his  paflions  fly, 
From  vanity  to  vanity. 

2  In  vain  on  earth  we  hope  to  find. 
Some  folid  good  to  fill  the  mind : 
We  try  new  pkafurcs^  but  we  feel, 
The  inward  thirft  and  torment  Hill. 

3  So  when  a  raging  fever  burns, 
We  (hi  ft  from  fide  to  fide  by  turns  j 
And  'tis  a  poor  re'ief  we  gain, 
To  change  the  place,  but  keep  the  pain 

4  Great  God!  fubdue  this  vicious  thirfr, 
This  love  to  vanity  and  ^ait ; 
Cure  the  vile  ftver  of  the  mind, 
And  feed  our  fouls  with  joys  refin'd, 

147.    The  Creation  of  the  World,  Gen. 

1  "  TVTow  lct  a  fpaci°RS  world  arife, 

X^    Said  the  Creator  Lord  : 
At  once  th'  obedient  earth  and  ikies 
Rofe  at  his  fov'reign  word. 

2  [Dark  was  the  deep;  the  waters  lay 

Confus'd,  and  drown'd  the  land  . 
He  calFd  the  light :  the  new  born  day 
Attends  on  his  command. 

3  He  bids  the  clouds  afcend  on  high^ 

The  clouds  afcend,  and  bear 
A  wat'ry  treafurc  to  the  fky, 
And  iloar  on  fofter  air, 


HYMN    CXLVIL  125 

4  The  liquid  clement  below 

Was  gather'd  by  his  hand  : 
The  rolling  feas  together  flow, 
And  leave  the  folid  land. 

5  With  herbs  and  plants  (a  flow'ry  birth) 

The  naked  globe  he  crown'd, 
E'er  there  was  rain  to  blefs  the  earth. 
Or  fun  to  warm  the  ground. 

6  Then  he  adorn'd  the  upper  fkies, 

Behold  the  fun  appears, 
The  moon  and  flars  in  order  rife, 
To  mark  out  months  and  years. 

7  Out  of  th*  deep  th'  almighty  king 

Did  vital  beings  frame, 
The  painted  fowls  of  cv'ry  wing, 
And  flfh  of  ev'ry  name.] 

8  He  gave  the  lion  and  the  worm 

At  once  their  wond'rous  birth, 

And  grazing  beafts  of  various  form, 

Rofe  from  the  teeming  earth. 

£  Adam  was  fram'd  of  equal  clay, 
Tho'  fov'reign  of  the  reft ; 
Defign'd  for  nobler  ends  than  they, 
With  God's  own  image  blefs'd. 

10  Thus  glorious  in  the  maker's  eye 

The  young  creation  flood  ; 
He  faw  the  building  from  on  high, 
His  word  pronoune'd  it  good. 

11  Lord,  while  the  frame  of  nature  Hands 

Thy  praife  fhall  fill  my  tongue : 
But  the  new  world  of  grace  demands 
A  more  exalted  fong. 


■    ■>  •  ■  ■    r   t. 


i£6  It  Y  M  N     CXLIX.  Bk.  II, 

I  48.  God  reconciled  hi  Chrift; 

1    TXEareft  of  all  the  names  above> 
&_J  My  jefus,  and  my  God, 
Wbocan  refill  thy  heav'nly  love  5 
Or  trifle  with  thy  blond  ? 
a  'Tis  by  the  merits  of  thy  death 
The  Father  fmiles  again, 
Tis  by  thy  interceding  breath 
The  fpirit  dwells  with  meii. 
5  'Till  God  in  human  flefh  I  fee, 
My  thoughts  no  comfort  find*, 
The  holy,  jnftj  and  facred  three$ 
Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 
4  Bur  if  Immanuel's  face  appear, 
My  hope,  my  joy  begins  : 
His  name  forbids  my  flavifh  fear, 
His  grace  removes  my  fins, 
y  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely^ 
And  Greeks  of  wifdom  boaftj 
I  love  th'  incarnate  myftery, 
And  there  I  fix  my  trufL 

1 49.   Honour  to  magi\f  rates',    or,    G(,V2rnmeti\ 

from  God. 
1    TH*  Xenial  fov'reign  of  the  lky> 
JL_j    And  Lord  of  all  below; 
We  mortals  to  thy  majefty 
Our  firfl;  obedience  owe. 
%  Our  fouls  adore  thy  throne  fiipremej 
And  blefs  thy  providence 
For  magiftratcs  of  meaner  name. 
Our  glory  and  defence. 
I  The  crowns  of  Britifli  princes  fhjnfc 
With  reys  ahoye  the  reft, 


HYMN     CLI.  227 

Where  laws  and  libertines  combine 
To  make  jhe  nation  blefs'd.] 

4  Kingdoms  on  firm  foundations  (land, 

While  virtue  finds  reward  ; 
Arid  finners  perifh  from  the  land 
Byjuftice  and  thefword. 

5  Let  Casfar's  due  be  ever  paid, 

To  Casfar  and  bis  throne ; 
But  conferences  and  fouls  were  made 
To  be  the  Lord's  alone. 

150.  The  decsitfulnefs  of  Sin, 
!  QIN  has  a  thoufand  treach'rous  art£ 
|^  To  practice  on  the  mind  ; 
With  flatt'ring  looks  fhe  tempts  our  hearts 
But  leaves  a  fling  behind. 

2  With  names  of  virtue  fhe  deceives 

The  aged  and  the  young; 
And  while  the  hcedlefs  wretch  believes, 
She  makes  his  fetters  flrong. 

3  She  pleads  for  all  the  joys  fhe  brings, 

And  gives  a  fair  pretence ; 
But  cheats  the  foul  of  heav'nly  things, 
And  chains  it  down  to  fenfe, 

4  So  on  a  tree  divinely  fair 

Grew  the  forbidden  food  ; 
Our  mother  took  the  poifon  there, 
And  tainted  all  her  bJood. 

151.  Prophefy  and  Infpiration* 

Was  by  an  order  from  the  Lord, 
The  ancient  prophets  fpoke  his  word* 
O 


T 


ai8  H  Y  M  N    CLII.  Bk.  i: 

His  fpirit  did  their  tongues  infpire, 

And  warm'd  their  hearts  with  heav'nly  fire, 

?  The  works  and  wonders  which  they  wrought; 
Confirmed  the  meilages  they  brought  ; 
The  prophets  pen  fncceeds  his  breath  ; 
Tofave  the  holy  words  from  death. 

3  Great  God  !  mine  eyes  with  pleafure  look 
On  the  dear  volume  of  my  book  ; 
There  my  Redeemer's  Face  I  fee 

And  read  his  name  who  dy'd  for  me. 

4  Let  the  falfc  raptures  of  the  mind 
Be  loft  and  vanifli  in  the  wind  ; 
Here  I  can  fix  my  hopes  fecure, 
This  is  thy  word,  and  mult  endure, 

151.  Sinai  and  Zion,  Heb.  xii.  18,  Szc* 

1  "^  JOT  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 
J^SI  The  ttmpeft,  fire  and  fmokc  ; 
Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 

Which  God  on  Sinai  fpoke, 

2  But  we  are  come  toZion's  hill. 

The  city  of  our  God, 
Where  milder  words  declare  his  toillj 
And  fpread  his  love  abroad. 

3  Behold  th'  innumerable  hoft, 

Of  angels  cloathM  in  lljafrt  ! 
Behold  the  fpirits  of  thejuft. 
Whole  fairh  is  turn'd  to  light ! 

4  Behold  the  blefs'd  afTembly  there, 

Whofe  names  are  writ  in  heav'n! 
Ann  God  the  judge  of  all  declares 
Their  vile  ft  fins  forgiy'n. 


mm  m  _ 


H  Y  M  N     CLIil.  i%9 

$  The  faints  on  earth,  and  all  the  dead 
But  one  communion  make  ; 
All  join  in  Chrifl  their  living  head, 
And  of  his  grace  partake. 

6  In  fuch  fociety  as  this 

My  weary  foul  would  reft  ; 
The  man  that  dwell's  where  Jefus  is 
Mufl  be  forever  bleft. 

I  j  3 .  The  Difttmper,  Folly  arid  Madnefs  of  Sin . 

I   CJIN,  like  a  venemous  difeafe, 
O   Infers  our  vital  blood, 
The  only  balm  is  fov'reign  grace, 
And  the  phyfician  God. 

a  Our  beauty  and  our  ftrength  are  fled, 
And  we  draw  near  to  death  ? 
But  Chrifl  the  Lord  recall's  the  dead 
With  his  almighty  breath. 

3  Madnefs  by  nature  reign's  within, 

The  pailions  burn  and  rage  ? 
Till  God's  own  fon  with  (kill  divine 
The  inward  fire  affuage. 

4  [We  lick  the  duft,  we  grafp  the  wind, 

And  folid  good  defpife  ! 
Such  is  the  foliy  of  the  mind, 
Xill  Jefus  makes  us  wife, 

5  We  give  our  fouls  the  wounds  they  feel,. 
We  drink  the  pois'nous,gall, 
And  rulh  with  fury  down  to  hell  j 
But  heav'n  prevents  the  fall.] 

6  [The  man  poffefs'd  among  the  tombs 
Cuts  his  own  fielhand  cries  j 


23e  HYMN     CLV.  Bk.  II. 

He  foams  and  raves  till  Jefus  comes, 
And  the  foul  fpirit  flies.] 

1 54.  Self  right eoufnefs  infufficicnt. 

j  "  "TTTTHEREare  the  mourners*,"  faith 
V  V  the  Lord, 

That  wait  and  tremble  at  my  word  X 
That  walk  in  darknefs  all  the  day  ? 
Come  make  my  name  your  truft  and  flay, 

2  ([No  works  nor  duties  of  your  own 
Can  for  the  fmalleft  fin  atone : 

•f-  The  robes  that  nature  may  provide 
Will  not  your  leafl  pollution  hide. 

3  The  fofteft  couch  that  nature  knows 
Can  give  the  confcience  no  repofe  ; 
Look  to  my  righteoufnefs  and  live, 
Comfort  and  peace  are  mine  to  give, 3 

4  Ye  fons  of  pride  that  kindle  coals 

With  your  own  hands  to  warm  your  fouls, 
Walk  in  the  light  of  your  own  fire, 
Enjoy  the  fparks  that  you  defire. 

$  This  is  your  portion  at  my  hands, 
Hell  waits  you  with  her  iron  bands  ; 
Ye  fhall  lie  down  in  forrow  there 
In  death,  in  darknefs  and  defpair." 

*  Ifa.  x.  ii.  ■)■  Ifa.  xxviii.  20. 

ij$.  Chrift  our  Pajfover* 

l   1       O,  the  deftroying  angel  flies 
I  j  To  Pharaoh's  ftubborn  land  ! 
"  The  pride  and  flow'r  of  Egypt  dies, 
By  his  vindictive  hand. 


HYMN    CLVI.  tit 

2  He  pafs'd  the  tents  of  Jacob  o'er, 

Nor  ponr'd  the  wrath  divine  ; 

He  faw  the  blood  on  ev'ry  door, 

And  blefs'd  the  peaceful  fign. 

3  Thus  the  appointed  Lamb  mud  bleed, 

To  break  the  Egyptian  yoke  : 

Thus  Ifrael  is  from  bondage  freed, 

And  'fcapes  the  angel's  ftroke. 

4  Lord,  if  my  heart  were  fprinkled  too 

With  blood  fo  rich  as  thine, 
Juftice  no  longer  would  purfue 
This  guilty  foul  of  mine. 

5  Jefus  our  paflbver  was  flain 

And  has  at  once  procur'd 
Freedom  from  fatan's  heavy  chain 
And  God*s  avenging  fword. 
1 56.  PrefumptioH  and  Defpair  :    or,   Saia&% 

various  Temptations. 
1    T  Hate  the  tempter  and  his  charms, 
X   I  hate  his  fiatt'ring  breath ; 
The  ferpent  takes  a  thoufand  forms, 
To  cheat  our  fouls  to  death, 

%  He  feeds  our  hopes  with  airy  dreams,, 
Or  kills  With  flavilh  fear  : 
And  holds  us  flili  in  wide  extremes, 
Prefumption  or  defpair, 

3  Now  he  perfuades,  "  how  eafy  'tis 

To  walk  the  road  toheav  n, 

Anon  he  fwells  our  fins  and  cries 

They  cannot  be  forgiv'n." 

4  He  bids  young  Tinners,  "  yet  forbfi2£ 

To  think  of  God  or  death  j 
Q  a 


23*  HYMN   CLVII.         Bk.  II. 

u  For  prayer  and  devotion  are 
u  But  melancholy  breath." 

5  He  tells  the  aged,  "  They  mufl  die ; 

"  And  'tis  too  late  to  pray : 
**  In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry, 
"  For  they  have  loft  their  day."] 

6  Thus  he  fupports  his  cruel  throne 

By  mifchicf  and  deceit, 
And  drags  the  fons  of  Adam  down 
To  darkncfs  and  the  pit. 

7  Almighty  God,  cut  fhort  his  pow'c, 

Let  hjui  in  darknefs  dwell  $ 
Arid,  that  he  vex  the  earth  no  more, 
Confine  him  down  to  hell.    <-" 

1 5T7-     The  Sam?. 

i  XTOW  fatan  comes  with  dreadful  roar 
Jl\|    Arid  threatens  to  deftroy ; 
He  worries  whom  he  can't  devour 
With  a  malicious  joy.  •  : 

2  Ye  fons  of  God,  oppofe  his  rage, 

Relift  and  he'll  be  gone  ; 
Thus  did  our  deareft  Lord  engage, 
And  vanquifh'd  him  alone. 

3  Now  he  appears  almoft  divine, 

Like  innocence  and  love  ; 
But  the  old  ferpent  lurks  within 
When  he  atfumes  the  dove, 

4  Fly  from  the  falfe  deceiver's  tongue, 
.-.        Ye  fons  of  Adam  fly  : 

Our  parents  found  the  fnare  too  flrong 
Nor  mould  the  children  try.  3 


HYMN    CLIX.  253 

158.  Betvfaved:  or,  The  abnoft  Chrifliau  the 
Hypocrite^  and  Apojiate, 

1  TJRoad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death 

:     If  And  thoufan-ds  walk  together  there, 
But  wifdora  mows  a  narrower  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

2  "  Deny  ihyfelf,  and  take  thy  crofs  5" 

2  Is  the  redeemer's  great  command  ! 
Nature  muft  count  her  gold  but  drofs, 
If  me  would  gain  this  heav'nly  land. 

3  The  fearful  foul  that  tires  and  faints, 
And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 
Is  but  efteem'd  almoft  a  faint, ' 

And  makes  his  own  destruction  fure. 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain> 
Create  my  heart  entirely  new ; 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain  5 
Which  falfe  apoftates  never  knew. 

159.  An  unconverted  State  :    or,    Converting 

Grace. 
X  [  f^  Reat  king  of  glory  and  of  grace  ! 
\J  We  own  with  humble  ihame, 
How  vile  is  our  degcn'rate  race, 
And  our  firft  father's  name.] 
2,  From  adam  flows  our  tainted  blood, 
The  poifon  reigns  within  ; 
Makes  us  a  verfe  to  all  that's  good, 
And  willing  Slaves  to  fin. 
3  Daily  we  break  thy  holy  laws 
And  then  reject  thy  grace  : 
En'gag'd  in  the  old  ferpent's  caufe  ; 
Againft  our  maker's  face.]      ^: 


a$4  HYMN     CLXI.        Bk.  II. 

4  We  live  eftrang'd  afar  from  God, 
And  love  the  diftance  well ; 
With  hade  we  run  the  dang'rousroatl 
That  leads  to  death  and  hell. 
%  And  can  fuch  rebels  he  reftor'd  • 
Such  natures  made  divine  -' 
Let  Tinners  fee  thy  glory,  Lord, 
And  feel  this  pow'r  of  thine. 
6  We  raife  cur  father's  name  on  high 
Who  his  own  fpirit  fends 
To  bring  rebellious  ftrangcrs  nigh, 
And  turn  his  foes  to  friends. 

160.    Cuflom  in  fin. 

1  T    ET  the  wild  Leopards  of  the  wood 

I  a  Put  off  the  fpots  that  nature  gives .» 
Then  may  the  wicked  turn  to  God, 
And  change  their  tempers  and  their  lives. 

2  As  well  might  Ethiopian  flaves 
Wafhout  the  darknefs  of  their  fkin  ; 
The  dead  as  well  may  leave  their  graves, 
As  old  tranfgrelTors  ceafe  to  fin, 

3  Where  vice  has  held  its  empire  long, 
'Twill  not  endure  theleaft  controul; 
None  but  a  pow'r  divinely  flrong 
Can  turn  the  current  of  the  foul. 

4  Great  God  ?  I  own  thy  pow'r  divine, 
That  works  to  change  this  heart  of  mine  j 
1  would  be  form'd  anew,  and  blefs 
The  wonders  of  creating  grace. 

161.  Chrijiian  Virtues  :    or,    the  Difficulty  of 

Cotiverfion. 
I    O  Trait  is  the  way,  the  door  is  ilraii. 
£)   That  leads  toj oys  on  high  y 


HYMN   CLXII.  *35 

'Tis  but  a  few  that  find  the  gate, 
While  crowds  miftake  and  die. 

2  Beloved  felf  muft  be  deny'd, 

The  mind  and  will  renew'd, 
Paflion  fnppreft,  and  patience  try*d, 
And  vain  defires  fubdu'd. 

3  [Fle(h  is  a  dangerous  foe  to  grace. 

Where  it  prevails  and  rules; 
Flefh  mud  be  humbled,  pride  abas' d. 
Left  they  deftroy  our  fouls. 

4  The  love  of  gold  be  bamfh'd  hence 

(That  vile  idolatry) 
And  every  member,  every  fenfe, 
In  fweet  fubjeclion  lie, 

5  The  tongue  that  moft  unruly  pow'r, 

Requires  a  ftrong  reftraint ; 

We  muft  be  watchful  ev'ry  hour, 

And  pray,  but  never  faint.] 

6  Lord  !  can  a  feeble  helplefs  worm 

Fulfil  a  tafk  fo  hard  \ 
Thy  grace  muft  all  my  work  perform 
And  give  the  free  reward. 

162.  The  Mediation  of  Heaven  :  or,  The  Jojm 
of  Faith, 

1  T%  /T  Y  thoughts  furmount  thefe  lower  fides 
XVx  And  look  within  the  veil ; 

There  fprings  of  cndlefs  pleafure  rife, 
The  waters  never  fail. 

2  There  I  behold  with  fweit  delight 

The  blefTed  three  in  one ; 
And  ftrong  affections  fix  my  fight 
On  God's  incarnate  fon. 


236  HYMN     CLXIII.  Bk.  II. 

3  His  promife  (lands  for  ever  firm  j 

His  grace  (hall  ne'er  depart ; 
He  binds  my  name  upon  his  arm, 
And  feals  it  on  his  heart. 

4  Light  are  the  pains  that  nature  brings 

How  (hort  our  forrows  are! 
When  with  eternal  future  things, 

The  prefen.t  we  compare ! 
y  I  would  not  be  a  ftranger  (till 

To  that  celeftial  place, 
Where  I  for  ever  hope  to  dwell, 

Near  my  Redeemer'^  face. 

16  j  Complaint  of  Defertian  andTe7uptation. 

1  yxEAR  Lord  !  behold  our  fore  didrefs 

I  J   Our  fins  attempt  to  reign; 
Stretch  out  thine  arm  of  conq'ring  grace, 
And  let  thy  foes  be  (lain. 

2  [The  lion  with  his  dreadful  roar 

Affrights  thy  feeble  fheep: 
Reveal  the  glory  of  thy  pow'r, 
And  chain  him  to  the  deep. 

3  Mud  we  indulge  a  long  defpair  ? 

Shall  our  petitions  die  ? 
Our  mournings  rvever  reach  thine  ear, 
Nor  tears  affect  thine  eye.* 

4  If  thou  defpife  a  mortal  groan, 

Yet  hear  a  Saviour's  blood  ; 
An  advocate  fo  near  the  throne 
Pleads  and  prevails  with  God. 

5  He  brought  the  fpirit's  pow'rful  fword 

To  (lay  our  deadly  foes  : 
Our  fins  (hall  die  beneath  thy  worcj, 
And  hell  in  vain  oppofe. 


H  Y  M  N    CLXV.  itf 

6  How  boundlefs  is  our  father's  grace, 
In  height,  and  dep.-h,  and  Jength  ! 
He  made  his  Ton  our  righteoufnefs, 
His  fpirit  is  our  itrength. 

164.    The  End' of  the  World. 

I   T^7^Y  mould  this  earth  delight  us  fo  \ 
V -V     Why  mould  we  fiat  our  eyes 
On  thefe  low  grounds,  where  forrows  grow 
And  ev'ry  pleafurc  dies  ? 
1  While  time  hisfliarpeft  teeth  prepares 
Our  comforts  to  devour, 
There  is  a  land  above  the  liars, 
And  joys  above  his  pow'r. 

3  Nature  (hall  be  defolv'd  and  die, 

The  fun  mud  end  his  race, 
The  earth  and  fea  forever  fly 
Before  my  Saviour's  face. 

4  When  mall  that  glorious  morning  rife, 

When  the  laft  trumpet's  found 

Shall  call  the  nations  to  the  ikies 

From  underneath  the  ground? 

165.  Unfruitful nefs,  Ignorance  and  unfancfh 
fed  Jfefrions. 

1    T    ONG  have  I  fat  beneath  the  found 
JLj   Of  thyfalvation,  Lord; 
But  (lill  how  weak  my  faith  is  found, 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word  I 

4  Oft  I  frequent  thy  holy  place, 
And  hear  almoft  in  vain  ; 
How  fmall  a  portion  of  thy  grace 
My  mem'ry  can  retain. 


13S  HYMN    CLX  Bk.  II. 

3  [My  dear  almighty,  *nd  my  God, 

How  little  art  thou  known, 
By  all  the  judgments  of  thy  rod, 
And  blefllngs  of  thy  throne] 

4  [How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love ! 

How  negligent  my  fear  / 
How  low  my  hope  of  j   ?s  above  / 
How  few  affections  there/ 

5  Great  God !  thy  fov'reign  pow'r  impart, 

To  give  thy  word  fuccefs  ; 
Write  thy  falvation  in  my  heart, 
And  make  me  learn  thy  grace. 

6  Shew  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
There  knowledge  grows  without  decay, 
And  love  (hall  never  die.] 

166.  The  divme  Perfeftions. 
i   TTOW  mall  I  praife  th'  eternal  God, 

Jt~JL  That  infinite  unknown  ? 
,   Who  can  afcend  his  high  abode 
Or  venture  near  his  throne  ? 

2  [The  great  invifible  !  he  dwells. 

Conceal'd  in  dazzling  light ; 
But  his  all  fearching  eye  reveals  ' 
The  fecrets  of  the  night. 

3  Thofe  watchful  eyes  that  never  fleep, 

Survey  the  world  around  ; 
His  wifdom  is  a  bound lefs  deep, 

Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd.J 

4  Speak  we  of  flrenth  :  his  arm  is  flrong, 

To  fave  or  to  deflroy : 
Infinite  years  his  life  prolong 
And  cndlefs  is  kis  joy: 


HYMN   CLXVII.  %1% 

$  [He  knows  no  fhadow  of  a  change, 
Nor  alters  his  decrees  j 
Firm  as  a  rock  his  truth  remains, 
To  guard  his  promifes.] 

6  [Sinners  before  his  prefence  die  : 

How  holy  is  his  name  \ 
His  anger  and  his  jealoufy 
Burn  like  devouring  flame.] 

7  J  a  (lice  upon  a  dreadful  throne 

Maintains  the  rights  of  God, 
While  mercy  fends  her  pardons  dow% 

Bought  with  a  Saviours  blood. 
%  Now  to  my  foul  immortal  king! 

Speak  fome  forgiving  word  ; 
Then  'twill  be  double  joy  to  ling 

The  glories  of  my  Lord, 

167    The  Same, 

GReat  God  \  thy  glories  mall  employ 
My  holy  fear  my  humble  joy  ; 
My  lips  in  fongs  of  honour  bring 
Their  tribute  to  th*  eternal  king, 

2  [Earth  and  the  liars  and  worlds  unknown 
Depend  precarious  on  his  throne; 
All  nature  haiigs  upon  his  word, 
And  grace  and  glory  own  the  Lord  ] 

I  [His  fovcreign  power  what  mortal  knows? 
if  he  commands  who  dare  eppofe  ? 
With  ftreng'h  he  girds  himfelf  around, 
And*  treads  the  rebels  to  the  ground,] 

4   [Who  ihall  pretend  to  teach  him  ikiU, 
Or  guide  the  coiinfels  of  his  will  I 
P 


i4o        II  Y  M  N    CLXVIII.        ,Ek.  lb 

His  wifdom  like  a  Tea  divine, 
Flows  deep  and  high  beyond  our  line.] 
5  [His  name  is  holy,  and  his  eye 
Burns  with  immortal  jealoufy  ; 
He  hates  ihcfons  of  pride,  and  fheds 
His  fiery  veng'ance  on  their  heads,] 
*  [The  beamings  of  his  piercing  light 
Bring  dark  hypecrify  to  light  ; 
Death  and  deftru&ion  naked  lie, 
And  hell  nncover'd  to  his  eye.] 
;•   [Th*  eternal  law  before  him  ftands; 
His  Juftice  with  impartial  hands 
Divides  to  all  their  due  reward, 
Or  by  the  fceptre  or  the  fword.] 
"His  mercy,  like  a  boundlefs  fca, 
WiQies  our  load  of  guilt  away  ; 
While  his  own  fon  came  down  and  dy'd, 
T'  engage  his  juilice  on  our  fide.] 
p  [Each  of  his  words  demands  my  faith*, 
My  foul  can  reft  on  all  he  Jaith  * 
His  truth  inviolably  keeps 
The  iargeft  promiie  of  his  lips.] 
10  O,  tell  me  with  a  gentle  voice, 
"  Thou  art  my  God,**  and  I'll  rejoice  i 
Fill'd  with  thy  IojVC,  I  dare  proclaim 
The  brigineft  honours  of  thy  name. 

1 68.  The  Same. 

i    TEHOVAH  reigns,  hit  throne  is  high, 
J    His  robes  arc  lightand  majefty 
His  giory  {nines  with  beams  fo  "bright, 
Mo  mortal  caiifufUiii  the  fight, 

2  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe 
His  juilice  guards  his  holy  law  j 


M  Y  M  N    CLXIX.  ifi 

His  love  reveals  a  foiling  face, 

Kis  truth  and  promife  feai'd  the  grace. 

3  Thro'  a]]  his  works  his  wifdom  mines 
And  bafHes  faran's  deep  dengns; 

His  pow'r  is  fov'rcign  to  fulfil, 
The  nobleft  counfels  of  his  will. 

4  And  will  this  glorious  Lord  defcend 
To  be  my  father  and  my  friend  f 
Then  let  rny  fongs  with  angels  join  ; 
Heav'n  is  fccure  if  God  be  mine. 

165.  The  fame  as  the  cxlviiith  Pfalm,  ' 

1  -"I"""4 HE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

Jl      His  throne  is  built  on  high  \ 
The  garments  he  afTumes 
Are  light  and  majefly  ; 

His  glories  Ihine 

With  beams  fo  bright^ 

No  mortal  eye 

Can  bear  the  fight, 

2  The  thunders  of  his  hand 
Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe  j 
His  wrath  and  juftice  ftand 
To  guard  his  holy  law  5 

And  where  his  love 
Refolves  to  blef& 
His  truth  confirms 
And  feals  the  grace. 

I  Thro*  all  his  ancient  works, 
Surprifing  wii'dom  fliines, 
Confounds  the  pow'rs  of  \\t\\f 
And  breaks  their  curs'd  ddigns- 


HYMN     CLXX,         Bk.  II, 

Strong  is  his  arm, 
and  (hall  fulfil 
His  great  decrees, 
His  fov'reign  will. 

And  can  this  mighty  king 
Of  glory  condefcend, 
And  will  he  write  his  name  '. 
"  My  father  and  my  friend  V* 

I  love  his  name, 

I  love  his  word  ; 

Join  all  my  pow'rs, 

And  praife  the  Lord. 


170  God  Inco'mprehsnfible  atid  Sovereign, 

1  [  if"*1  AN  creatures  to  perfection  find* 

\^   Th'  eternal,  uncreated  mind  P 
Or  can  the  largeft  ftretch  of  thought 
Meafure  and  fearch  his  nature  out  $ 

2  'Tis  high  as  heav'n,  'tis  deep  as  hell  -, 
And  what  can  mortals  know  or  tell  ? 
Kis  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  Iky, 
And  all  the  mining  worlds  on  high. 

3  But  man,  vain  man,  would  fain  be  wife  ; 
Born  like  a  wild  young  colt,  he  flies 
Thro"  all  the  fellies  of  his  mind, 

And  fmells  and  fnuffi  the  empty  wind.! 

4  God  is  a  kingof  pow'r  unknown  ; 
Firm  as  the  orders  of  his  throne  : 
If  he  refolve  who  dare  oppofe, 
Or  aflc  him  why  or  what  he  d 

•  Job  xi.   7  &£. 


HYMN      CLXX.  *4j 

5  He  wounds  the  heart,  and  he  makes  whole; 
He  cairns  the  temped  of  the  foul  ; 

When  he  fhius  up  in  longdefpair, 
Who  can  remove  the  heavy  bar^ 

6  *He  frowns  and  darknefs  veils  the  moon  ; 
The  fainting  fun  grows  dim  at  noon-. 

f  The  pillars  of  heav'n's  dairy  roof 
Tremble  and  Mart  at  his  reproof. 

t  He  gave  the  vaulted  heav'n  its  form, 
The  crooked  ferpent  an*l  the  worm  .* 
He  breaks  the  billows  with  his  breath. 
And  fmites  the  fons  of  pride  to  death.. 

8  Thtfe  are  a  portion  of  his  ways, 
But  who  (ball  dare  defcribe  his  face  P 
Who  can  endure  his  light,  or  Hand 
To  hear  the  thunders  of  his  hand  i8 

*  Job  xxy,  1  f  johxXvi.  ii  &c 


The  END  of  the  Second  Book** 


(      M4     ) 

HYMNS 

AND 

SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

BOOK    III. 

Prepared  For  the  ordinance  of  the 
Lord's  Supper, 


I  TavLord'sSuppeii  inflitulcd,  1C0r.xi.t3  &<\ 

1  ,J  J  *  Was  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night> 

JL      When  pow'rs  of  earth  and  hell  arofc 
Againft  the  fon  of  God's  delight, 
And  friends  betray'd  him  to  his  foes, 

2  Before  the  mou rival  fee ne  began* 

He  took  the  bread  and  blefs'd  and  brake; 
What  love  thro'  all  his  actions  ran  ! 
What  wond'roas  words  of  grace  be  fpakt 

a   "  This  is  my  body,  broke  for  fin, 

Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  ;" 
Then  took  the  cup  and  blefs'd  the  wiBfc 
11  'Tis  the  newcov'nant  in  my  blood*** 


HYMN    H.  24? 

4  [For  os  his  flefti  with  nails  was  torn, 
He  bore  the  fcourge,  he  felt  the  thorn  : 
And  juftice  pour'd  upon  his  head 

Its  heavy  veng'ance  in  our  (lead., 
J  For  us  his  vital  blood  was  fpilt, 
To  buy  the  pardon  of  our  guilt ; 
When  for  black  crimes  of  bigge.il  fize. 
He  gave  his  foul  a  Facrifice.] 

6  '  Do  this  (he  cry'd)  till  time  mall  end 
e  In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  friend  ; 

*  Meet  at  rriy  table,  and  record 

*  The  love  of  your  departed  Lord.* 

7  Jefus,    thy  feaft  was  celebrate, 

We  {hew  thy  death,  we  fin«  thy  name, 
Till  thou  return,  and  we  {hall  eat 
The  marriage  fupper  of  the  iamb.] 
*.  Gemmunkn  with  Chrift,  and  with  Szhts. 

I  Cor,  x,  1 6,   17- 
l  [  T  ESUS  invites  his  faints 
J    To  meet  around  his  board ; 
Here  pardon'd  rebels  lit  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord. 
i  For  food  he  gives  his  flem.  • 
He  bids  us  drink  his  blood  j 
Amazing  favour  '  matchlefs  grace 
Of  our  dcfcending  God  1 

5  This  holy  bread  and  wine 

Maintains  -our  fainting  breath, 
By  anion  with  our  living  Lord. 
And  int'rcd  in  his  death. 
\  Our  heav'nly  father  calls 

Chrift  and  his  members  one  j 
We  the  young  children  of  his  love, 
Arid  kc  the  firft  horn  fon. 


346  HYMN    III.  Bk.  IIF, 

5  We  are  but  feveral  parts 

Of  the  fame  broken  bread  ; 
One  body  hath  its  fevers!  limbs. 
But  Jcfus  is  the  head. 

6  Let  all  our  pow'rs  be  join'd 

His  glorious  name  to  rail's  : 
Pleafure  and  love  fill  ev'ry  mind, 
And  ev'ry  voice  be  praifc. 

$  The  New  Tefiametii  in  the  Blood  of  Chriii  \ 
or,  the  New  Covenant  fea/ed. 

t  ct  HP*  HE  promife  of  my  father's  love 
I       «  Shall  (land  for  ever  good/* 
Ke  faid,  and  give  his  foul  to  death, 
And  feal'd  the  grace  with  blood, 

2.  To  this  dear  covenant  of  thy  word 
I  fet  my  worthlefs  name  : 
I  Teal  th'  engagement  16  my  Lord, 
And  make  my  humble  claim. 

3  The  light,   and  ftrengrh,    and    pard'ning 

And  glory  mail  be  mine  ;  [Grace, 

My  life  and  foul,   my  heart  and  rlem, 
And  ail  my  pow'rs  are  thine. 

4  I  call  that  legacy  my  own 

Which  Jcfus  did  bequeath  i 
"'Twas  purchas'd  with  a  dying  groan, 
And  ratify'd  in  death. 

5  Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  of  his  name 

Who  bleis'd  us  in  his  will., 
And  to  his  teflament  of  love 
M*4e  Lis  own  .life  the  leaL 


HYMN    IV.  247 

4  Ckrift's  dying  love  :  or,  Our  pardon  bought 
at  a  dear  price. 
OW  condescending  and  how  kind 
Was  God's  eternal  fon  s 
Our  mis'ry  rea-eh'd  his  heav'nly  mind, 
And  pity  brought  him  down. 
%  £Then  juflice  by  our  (ins  provok'd, 
Drew  forth  its  dreadful  fword, 
He  gave  his  foul  up  to  the  ftroke. 
Without  a  murmuring  word,] 

3  [Tie  funk  beneath  our  heavy  woes, 

To  raife  us  to  his  throne  : 
There's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  beflaws 
Butcoit  his  heart  a  groan.] 

4  This  was  companion  like  a  God, 

That  when  the  (aviour  knew 
The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 
His  pity  ne'er  withdrew, 

5  Now  tho'  he  reigns  exalted  high. 

His  love  is  Hill  as  great  : 
Well  he  remembers  Calvary  ; 
Nor  let  his  faints  forger. 
Hi  '[Here  we  behold  his  bowels  roll, 
As  kind  as  when  he  dy'd, 
And  fee  the  farrows  of  his  foul 
Bleed  thro'  his  wounded  fide.] 
7  [Here  we  receive  repeated  feals 
Of  Jems'  dying  love  ; 
Hard  is  the  wretch  that  never  feets 
One  (ait  affection  move.] 
B  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt* 
v¥liile  we  his  death  record. 
P  % 


*4*  HYM  N    VI,  Bk.  Ill, 

And  with  our  joy  for  pardon'd  guilt, 
Mourn  that  we  piercM  the  Lord. 

5  Chrift  the  Bread  of  life  John  vi  31,  35,  $£-. 

I   T     ET  us  adore  th'  eternal  word, 
jLi   'Tis  he  our  fouls  hath  fed  : 
Thou  art  our  living  ftrearn,  O  Lord, 
And  thou  th*  immortal  bread. 

%  [The  manna  came  from  lower  fkies, 
But  Jefus  from  above, 
Where  the  frefh  fprings  of  pleafure  rife 
And  rivers  flow  with  love. 

5  The  Jews,  the  father's  dy'd  at  laft, 
Who  eat  that  heav'nly  bread  ; 
But  thefe  provifions  which  we  rafte 
Can  raii'e  us  from  the  dead.] 

4  JSlefs'd  be  the  Lord,  that  gives  his  flem 

To  nourifh  dying  men  ; 
And  often  fpreads  Instable  frefn, 
Left  we  Ihould  faint  again. 

5  Our  fouls  mail  draw  tbeir  heav'nly  breath 

While  Jefus  finds  fupplies  : 
Nor  fnall  our  graces  fink  to  dcatb> 
For  Jefus  never  dies. 

6  Daily  our  mortal  fie (h  decays 

But  Chrilt  our  life  mail  come  ? 
His  unrelated  pow'r  (hall  arife 
Our  bodies  from  the  tomb, 

6.  The  Memorial  of  our  ab ft nt  Lord,  John  xvi. 

16.  Luke  xxii.  19   John  xiv.  3. 
r    TESUS  is  gone  above  the  fictes, 
J    Where  our  weak  fenfes  reach  him  n©t ; 


HYMN    VII.  24? 

And  carnal  objects  court  our  eyes. 
To  thruft  our  Saviour  from  our  thought 
a  He  knows  what  wand 'ring  hearts  we  have 
Apt  to  forget  his  lovely  face  ; 
And,  torefrefh  our  minds,  he  gave 
Thcfe  kind  memorials  of  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord  of  life  this  table  fpread 
With  his  own  fleih  and  dying  blcod ; 
Wc  on  the  rich  provifion  feed, 

And  tafte  the  wine  and  biefs  the  God. 

4  Let  finful  fweets  be  all  forgot, 
And  earth  grow  lefs  in  our  efieem  1 
Chrift  and  his  love  fill  ev'ry  thought,. 
And  faith  and  hope  be  fix*d  on  him, 

5  While  lie  is  abfent  from  our  fight, 
*Tis  to. prepare  our  fouls  a  place, 
That  we  may  dwell  in  heav'nly  light, 
And  \hc  forever  near  his  face. 

■6  Our  eyes  look  upward  to  the  hills 

Whence  our  returning  Lord  dial!  come  ; 
We  wait  thy  chariot's  awful  wheels 
To  fetch  our  longing  fpirirs  home. 

7  Crudfahnio  iht  World bjthsCrofs  of thrift, 
Galatians  vi.  14. 

KEN  I  furvey  the  wond'rons  crofs 
On  which  the  prince  of  glory  dy  V* 
My  riclieit  gain  i  count  but  lofs, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride, 

Forbid  it,  Lord  that  I  fheuld  boall, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Chrift  my  God  ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  mt  mod9 
1  facrifice  them  to  his  blood, 


2-o  H  Y  M  N    VIII.         Bk.  I1L 

3  See  from  his  head?  his  hands,  his  feet,  . 
Sorrow  and  love  fiow  mingled  down  ! 
Did  e'er  inch  love  and  forrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compofe  fo  rich  a  crown  .! 

4  [His  dying  crimfon,  like  a  r(>k, 
Spreads  o'er  lis  body  on  the  tree  5 
Xhen  am  I  dead  to  all  the  globe, 
And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me.] 

5  Where  the  whole  realm  of  nature  &MI$; 
That  we?e  a  prefent  far  toofmailj 
Love  fo  amazing,  fo  divine, 
Demands  my  foul,  my  life,  my  all.. 

8     The  Tree  cf  Life. 

%  [Z^OME,  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune, 
\~>  To  our  exalted  Lord, 
Ye  faints  on  high  around  the  throne, 
And  we  around  hisb.oard. 
fc  While  once  upon  this  lower  ground. 
Weary  and  fain:  he  flood, 
What  dear  rctreQiments  here  yc  found 
From  this  immortal  food! 
&  The  tree  of  life,  thar  near  the  throne., 
In  heaven's  high  garden  grows, 
Laden  with  grace  bends  gentty  down. 
Its  ever  fmiling  boiighsi 
§  ["Hcv'i  ing  among!!  the  leave's  there  flamiL 
The  fweet  cekiiial  dove, 
And  Jefus  (>n  the  brandies  hangs; 
The  banner  of  his  love.] 
t  £*Tis  a  young  heav'n  of  pure  deligh^ 
While  in  the  (hade  we  fit? 
Hi-  fftut  if.  pleafant  to  the  fs^ht, 
And  to  the  talk  as  feet. 


H  Y  M  N     IX,  Iff 

New  life  it  threads  through  dying  hearts, 

And  cheers  the  drooping  mind  j 
Vigour  and  joy  the  juice  imparts 
Without  ailing  behind.] 
'  Now  let  the  flaming  weapon  ftand 
And  guard  all  Eden's  trees  ; 
There's  ne'er  a  plant  in  all  that  land 
That  bears  fuch  fruit  as  tbefe 
',  Infinite  grace  our  fouls  adore, 

Whofe  wond'rous  hand  hagjnadc 
This  living  branch  of  fov'reign  pow'i* 
To  raife  and  heal  the  dead. 
k    The  Sfirii,  the   IVatsr,  qvdite  Bkud*  X 

John  v.  6, 
I    '  '    ET  all  our  tongues  be  one 
1  j  To  praife  our  God  on  hig!-.> 
Who  from  his  bofoin  fent  his  (on 
To  fetch  us  draljgep  nigh, 
%  Nor  let  our  voices  ce  3  ■■- 

To  lino-  the  Saviour's  nasi  £  ■■■ 

o 

Jefcs,  th'  ambaiTador  oi  peace, 
Kow  cheerfully  lie  came  .' 

3  It  Goft  him  cries  and  tesrS 

To  bring  us  near  to  God  ; 
Great  was  car  debt,  and  he  if^ti    . 
To  make  the  payment  good, 

4  [My  Saviour's  pierced  tide 

Pour*d  out  a  double  flood  3 
'  By  water  we  are  purify  'd, 
And  pardon'd  by  the  blood., 

5  Infinite  w,as  our  guili, 

Eur  he  our  orieft  atones  : 
On  the  cold  ground shfcs  life  «?as  f 
And  cirer'd  with  his  groans] 


t $t  H  Y  M  N    X.  B*.  III. 

£  Lookup,  my  foul,  to  him, 

Whofe  death  was  thy  defert, 

And  humbly  view  the  living ftream 

Flow  from  his  breaking  heart. 

7  There  on  the  carfed  tree, 

In  dying  pangs  he  lies, 
Fulfils  his  Father's  great  decree, 
And  all  our  wants  fupplics. 

8  Thus  the  redeemer  came, 

By  water  and  by  blood  ; 
And  when  the  fpirit  fpeaks  the  fame. 
We  ft  el  his  witnefs  good. 

9  While  the  eternal  three 

Bear  their  record  above, 
Here  I  believe  he  dy'd  for  me, 
And  feci  my  Saviour's  love. 

10  [Lord,  cieanfe  my  foal  from  iin; 

Nor  let  thy  grace  depart : 

Great  comforter  !  abide  Within, 

And  witnefs  to  my  heart.] 

I  o.Chri  ^crucified)  the  tutJiJcm  an  i  t  ower  ofGoh 

1  XTATURE  with  open  volume  frauds, 
X^    To  fpread  her  maker's  praife  abroad  j 
And^v'ry  labour  of  his  band*, 

Shews  fomething  worthy  of  a  God. 

2  But  in  the  grace  that  feffird  man, 
His  brightell  form  of  glory  femes  j 
Here,  on  the  crofs,  'tis  faireft  drawn 
In  precious  blood  and  crimfon  lines. 

3  [Here  his  whole  name  appears  complete, 
Nor  wit  can  guefs  nor  reafon  prove, 
Which  of  the  letters  bed  is  writ, 
Thepow'r,  ibe  wiftiom,  j~  the  love.] 


H  f  M  N    XL  t$3 

4  Here  I  behold  his  inmoft  heart, 

Where  grace  and  veng'ance  ftrangely  join, 
Piercing  his  fon  with  iharpcft  fin  an, 
To  make  the  purchas'd  pieafures  mine. 

5  O  !   the  fweer  wonders  of  that  crofs, 
Where  God  the  Saviour  lov'd  and  dy'd  ! 
Her  nobi'eft  life  my  fpirit  draws 

From  his  dear  wounds  and  bleeding  fide. 

6  I  would  forever  fpeak  his  name, 
In  founds  to  mortal  ears  unknown  ; 
With  angels  join  to  praife  the  Lamb, 
And  worinip  at  his  Father's  throne. 

1 r ,  Pardon  brought  to  our  Senfes. 

|  TT     ORD,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are  ! 
JL~ A   How  heav'nly  is  the  place 
Where  Jems  i'prcads  the  facred  feaft 
Ol  his  redeeming  grace  ! 
%  There  the  rich  bounties  of  our  God, 
And  fweetell  glories  fhine  ; 
There  jefus  fays,   that  "  J  am  his, 
And  my  beloved's  mine  " 
|  "Here5*  (fays  the  kind  redeeming  Lord* 
And  thews  his  wounded  fide,) 
es  See  here  the  fpring  of  all  your  joys, 
That  open'd  when  I  dy'd  !" 
4  Trie  fmiies  and  cheers  my  mournful  hearty 
And  tells  of  ail  his  pain  ; 
**  -All  this,  fays  he,  I  bore  for  thee,*9 
And  then  he  faults  again. 
<•  V/liaf  {ball  we  pay  our  beav'nly  king 
For  grace  fo  vail  as  this  .? 
tie  brings  our  pardon  to  our  eyes, 
And  feals  it  with  a  kifs. 


254  HYMN    XII.  Bk.  IIL 

tf  [Let  fuch  amazing  loves  as  thefe 
Be  founded  ali  abroad  ; 
Such  favours  are  beyond  degrees> 
And  worthy  of  a  God  ] 
7  [To  him  that  wanVd  us  in  his  blood 
Be  everlafting  praife  ; 
Salvation,  honour,  glory,  pow'r, 
Eternal  as  his  days.] 

12.  The  Gofpetfeajl,  Luke  xiv.  1 6,  &c. 

1  [TJOW  rich  «re  thy  provifions,  Lord  ! 

J.  JL  Thy  table  furniih'd  from  above, 
The  fruits  of  life  o'erfpread  the  board 
The  cup  o'erflows  with  hcav'nly  love, 

2  Thine  ancient  family,  the  Jews, 
Were  firft  invited  to  the  feaft  ; 
We  humbly  take  what  they  refufe, 
And  Gentiles,  thy  falvation  talte. 

3  We  are  the  poor,  the  blind,  the  lame 
And  help  was  far,  and  death  was  nigh  •! 
But  at  the  gofpel  call  we  came, 

And  ev'ry  want  receiv'd  fupply. 

4  From  the  highway  that  leads  to  hell, 
From  paths  of  darknefs  and  defpair, 
Lord,  we  are  come  with  thee  to  dwell, 
Glad  to  enjoy  thy  prefence  here.] 

5  ry/nac  [hall  we  pay  th'  eternal  Son, 
That  left  the  beav'n  of  his  abode. 
And  to  this  wretched  earth  came  down, 
To  bring  us  Wand'rers  back  to  God? 

6  It  coft  him  death  to  fave  our  lives, 
To  bny  our  fouls  it  colt  his  own  : 
And  all  the  unknown  joys  he  gives, 
Were  bought  with  agonies  unknown 


HYMN     XIII. 

7  Our  everlafiing  love  is  due 
To  hira  that  ranfom'd  finners  loft  : 
And  pity'd  rebels,  when  the  knew 
The  vaft  expence  his  leve  would  ccft. 

K?.  Divine  hove  mailing  a  Feaft*  end  editing 
the  Cue/is,   Luke  xiv.  17,  12,  23, 

1  TJJOW  fweet  and  awful  is  the  place 
•*--£  With  Chrift  within  the  doors, 
While^everlafting  love  oifpiays 

The  choiceft  of  her  ftores. 

2  Here  ev'ry  bowel  of  our  God 

With  fou  companion  roils: 
Here  peace  and  pardon  bought  with  blood, 
Is  food  for  dying  fouls. 

3  While  all  our  hearts  and  all  our  fongs, 

Join  to  admire  the  feait, 
Each  of  us  cry  with  thankful  tongues, 
<c  Lord,  why  was  J  a  gueit  1 

4  "  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice. 

And  enter  while  there's  room  ; 
When  thojfands  make  a  wretched  choice. 
And  rather  flarve  than  come  V'y 

5  'Twas  the  Fame  love  that  fpread  the  k 

That  fweerly  fore'd  us  in  ; 
Elfe  we  had  ftiii  refus'd  to  talk-, 
And  perihYd  in  our  fin. 

6  [Pity  the  nations,   Q  our  God  ! 

Coallrain  the  earth  :o  o 
Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad* 
And  bring  the  ilrangei .  .;,-:•< 


2j£  H  Y  M  N  XV.  Bt.  III. 

7  We  loijg  to  fee  thy  churches  full, 
That  all  the  chofen  race 
May  with  one  voice,  and  heart,  and  foul, 
Sing  thy  redeeming  grace.] 

14.    The  Song  of 'Simeon,  Luke  ii.  28,  or,  A 
fight  oj  Chrilt  makes  Death  eafy. 


'N°: 


e  would  forget  ail  earthly  charms, 
And  wifh  to  die  3S  Simeon  wou'd, 
With  his  young  Saviour  in  his  arms. 

3  Our  lips  mould  learn  that  joyful  fong. 
Were  but  our  hearts  prepar'd  like  his, 
Our  fouls  (till  willing  to  be  gone. 
And  at  thy  word  depart  in  peace. 

3  Here  we  have  feen  thy  face,  O  Lord, 
And  viewM  falvation  with  our  eyes, 
Tafted  and  felt  the  living  word, 
The  bread  defcending  from  the  fkieg. 

4  Thou  haft  prepar'd  this  dying  Lamb, 
Haft  fet  his  blood  before  our  face, 
To  teach  the  terrors  of  thy  n.ime, 
And  ihew  the  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  He  is  our  light;  our  morning  rtar 
Shall  ihine  on  nations  yet  unknown", 
The  glory  of  thine  Ifrael  here. 
And  joy  of  fpirits  near  thy  throne. 

I  c.  Our  Lord  Jefus  at  his  own  Tr 

%   [rj""*K£  mcm'ry  of  our  dying  Lord 
JL      Awakes  a  thankful  tongue  ; 
How  rich  he  fpread  his  royal  board, 
And  blefs'd  the  food,  tutd  long. 


H  Y  M  Nf     XVI,  tiff 

i  Happy  the  man  that  cats  this  bread, 
But  doubly  blefs'd  was  he 

-  That  gently  bow'd  his  loving  head, 

And  lean'd  it  Lord,  cm  thee. 
J  By  faith  the  fame  delights  we  tafte 
As  that  great  fav'rite  did, 
And  lit  and  lean  on  Jefus5  breaft, 
Arid  take  the  heav'nly  bread.] 
4  Down  from  the  palace  of  the  fkies> 
Hith.ec  the  king  defcends  ! 
u  Come,  my  beloved,  cat,"   (he  cries) 
((  And  drink  falvation,  friends. 
%  [My  flem  is  food  and  phytic  too, 
A  balm  for  all  your  pains; 
And  the  red  dreams  of  pardon  flow 
From  thefe  my  pierced  veins."] 

6  Hofanna  to  his  bounteous  love 

For  fuch  a  feaft  below  ! 
And  yet  he  feeds  his  faints  above 
With  nobler  bleffings  too. 

7  [Come,   the  dear  day,  the  glorious  hour, 

That  brings  oitr  fouls  to  reft, 

-  Then  we  mail  need  thefe  types  no  more, 

But  dwell  at  til*  heav'nly  feaft.  ] 

16.  Tbt  Jgcnhs-efChvift. 

I   f^YOW  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot, 
X%i    Our  hearts  no  more  repine  : 
Our  fuflr'riags  are  not  worth  a  thought. 
When,  Lord,  compar'd  with  thine, 
*  I:'  lively  figures  here  we  fee 
The  bleeding  prince  of  love  ; 
£.3ch  of  us  hopes  he  dy'd  for  me, 
A'nd  then  our  griefs  remove. 


258  H  Y  M  N     XVII.  Bk. 

3  [Qui'  bumble  faith  here  lakes  her  rife. 
While  luting  round  his  hoard; 
And  hack  to  Calvary  {he  rites, 
To  view  her  groaning  Lord. 
^  Kis  foul  what  agyrnes  it  felt 

When  his  own  God  withdrew  j 
And  the  large  load  of  r.'.i  our  guilt 
L3y  heavy  on  him  too. 
<y   But  the  divinity  within. 
Supported  him  to  bear 
Dying  he  conquer* d  hell  and  fin, 
And  made  his  triumph  there.] 

6  Grace,  wifdom,  jufiice  join'd  and  wrought 

The  wonders  ot  that  day  ! 
No  mortal  tongue,  nor  mortal  thought, 
Can  e<£ -ial  thanks  repayfc 

7  Onr  hymns  mould  found  like  thofe  aUove^ 

Could  we  our  voices  raife  ; 
Yet  Lord,  o>:r  hearts  (hall  all  be  love, 
And  all  our  lives  be  praife. 

17.    Incomparable    Food:    or,    the  f/ejh  and 

Blood  of  Chriic. 

-:   CTTTT'^  f*.ng  the  arnr.zing  deeds 

W  y      That  grace  divine  performs  ; 
Th5  eternal  God  tomes  dowp  and  bleeds 
To  nourifh  dying  worh;5. 

t  T !'.  i s  foul  re  vi  vi n g  w i  ne , 

Dcir  S&viour,    'tis  thy  blood  ; 
We  dhank  [hi?  f-icred  ficih  of  thine 
>rtal  :c  34 

let  that  we  eat 

heavenly  things ; 


H  Y  M  N     XVIII.  %s$ 

Earth  has  no  dainties  half  fo  fweet 
As-piir  redeemer  brings. 

4  In  vain  had  Adam  fought, 

And  feareh'd  Ills  garden  round  ; 
For  there  was  no  filch;  bleffed  frail 

In  ail  that  happy  ground, 

5  TV  aagelic  hofl  above 

Can  never  tafte  this  food  ; 
They  feaft  upon  their  maker's  love, 
But  not  a  Saviour's  blood. 

6  On  ns  til*  almighty  Lord 

Bellows  his  matchlefs  grace, 
And  meets  us  with  fome  cheering  word 
With  pleafrrre  in  his  face, 

7  Come,  all  ye  drooping  fa  in  is, 

And  banquet  with  the  king  ; 
This  wine  will  drown  your  fa  J  complaints,, 
And  tone  your  voice  tofing, 

8  Salvation  to  the  name 

Of  our  adored  Chrift  : 
ThroJ  the  wide  earth  his  grace  proclaim 
His  glory  in  the  high'rl. 

I S.     The  Same. 

x    TESUS  !  we  bow  before  thy  fect^ 
J    Thy  table  is  divinely  ilor'd  ; 
Thy  hzvzc,  fie  ill  our  fouls  have  ear, 
'Tis  living  bread,,  we  thank  thee,  Lord! 

7  And  here  we  drink  our  Saviour's  bloody 
We  thank  thee,  Lord,  'tis  gtn'rous  wine^ 
Mingled  with  love,   the  fountain  flow'd 
■  thai  dear  bleeding  heart  of  thine. 


s6o  HYMN    XIX.  Bk.  III. 

g  On  earth  is  no  fuch  fweetnefs  found, 
For  the  Lamb's  fie  in  is  heav'nly  food  : 
In  vain  we  fearcli  die  globe  around, 
For  bread  fo  fine,  or  win!  fo  good. 

4  Carnal  provifions  can  at  beft 

But  cheer  the  heart,  or  warm  the  head  ! 
But  the  rich  cordial  that  we  tafte, 
Gives  life  eternal  to  the  dead. 

5  Joy  to  the  matter  of  the  fcaft  ; 
His  name  cur  fouls  forever  blefs  ; 

To  God  the  king,  and  God  the  priefl, 
A  loud  Kofanna  round  the  place. 

io.    Glory  in  iht  Crops  :    or,  »e/  ajhamed  tf 
Chriii  crucified, 

1  AT  r-"-y  command  our  deareft  Lord, 
jL\.   Here  we  attend  thy  dying  feafU 
Thy  blood  like  wine  adorns  thy  board, 
And  thine  own  fkfh  feeds  ev'ry  gr.eft. 

2  Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love, 
And  trulls  for  life  in  one  that  dy'd ; 
We  hope  for  heav'nly  crowns  above, 
From  a  Redeemer  crucify'd. 

3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  lhame, 
And  fling  their  fcandajson  thy  came! 
We  come  to  boafjt  our  Saviour's  name. 
And  make  our  triumphs  in  his  crofs. 

4  With  joy  we  tell  the  f coffin  g  age, 
He  that  was  dead  has  left  the  tomb, 
He  lives  above  their  lumcft  rage, 
And  we  are  waiting  till  he  come. 


HYMN    XXL  2S1 

ao.  The  provifionsfor  the  Table  of 'our 'Lord,  or 
The  Tree  cj  Life,  and  the  River  of  Love, 

i   TT     OKD  we  adore  rhy  bounteous  hand3 
JLj    And  fing  the  folemn  feaft, 
Where  fweet  celeltial  dainties  fland 
For  ev'ry  willing  gueft. 
i    "The  tree  of  life  adorns  the  board, 
With  rich  immortal  fruit, 
And  ne'er  an  angry  flaming  fword, 
To  guard  the  paffage  to  't, 

3  The  cup  ftands  crown'd  with  living  juice* 

The  fountain  Hows  above. 
And  runs  down  flreaming  fcr  onr  ufe, 
In  rivulets  of  love,] 

4  The  food's  prepar'd  by  fceav'nly  art, 

The  plealbres  well  refin'd  ; 
They  fpread  new  life  thro'  ev'ry  heart, 
And  cheer  the  drooping  mind. 

5  Shout  and  proclaim  the  Saviour's  love, 

Ye  faints  that  tafte  his  wine. 
Join  with  your  kindred  faints  above, 
Jn  loud  Hofanna's  join. 

4  A  thoufand  glories  to  ihe  God 
That  gives  fuch  joy  as  this  : 
Hofanna  !  let  it  found  abroad, 
And  reach  where  Jefus  is. 

21.  The  triurr.fhalfeajl  for  Ch  rift's  Viflory  on; 
Sin  and  Death  and  HeiL 

I    /""^OME,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high, 
\^s  High  as  our  joys  arife, 
Ard  join  the  fongs  above  the  Iky, 
Where  plcafure  never  dies, 


t 


*6a  H  Y  M  N    XXI.  Bk.  III. 

2,  Jefns,  the  God  that  fought  2nd  bled, 
And  conquer'd  when  he  fell? 
That  rofe,  and  at  his  chariot  wheels 
Drag'd  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell. 3 

3  [Jehu,  the  God,  invites  us  here 

To  his  triumphal  feafl 
And  brings  immortal  bleffings  down, 
For  each  redeemed  gueft.j 

4  The  Lordl  how  glorious  is  his  face, 

How  kind  his  fmiles  appear! 
And  O  !  what  melting  words  he  fays 
To  ev'ry  humble  ear! 

5  t(  For  you  the  children  of  my  love. 

Ic  was  for  you  I  dy'd  ; 
Behold  my  hands,  behold  my  fee t^ 
And  look  into  my  fide, 

6  Thefe  are  the  wounds  for  you  I  bore, 

The  tokens  of  my  pains, 
When  I  came  down  to  free  your  fouls 
From  mifery  and  chains. 

7  [Juftice  unfheath'd  its  fiery  fword, 

And  plung'd  it  in  my  heart ; 
Infinite  pangs  for  you  I  bore, 
And  mod  tormenting  fmarr. 

8  When  hell  and  all  its  fpneful  pow'rs 

Stood  dreadful  in  my  way. 
To  refene  thoft  dear  lives  of  yours, 
I  gave  my  own  away, 
o  But  while  I  bled,  and  groan'd.  and  dy'd, 
I  ruin'd  fitan's  throne; 
High  on  my  crofs  I  hung  and  afpy'd, 
The  monfter  tumbling  down. 
jq  Now  you  mull  triumph  at  my  feafl^ 
And  tafte  my  flefh,  my  blood  5 


HYMN    XXII.  tfi 

*s  And  live  eternal  ages  bleft; 

For  'tis  immortal  food." 
1 1  Victorious  God  !  what  can  we  pay 

For  favours  fo  divine  ? 
We  would  devote  our  hearts  away, 

To  be  forever  thine. 
12,  We  give  thee,  Lord  our  higheft  praife 

The  tribute  of  our  tongues  ; 
But  themes  fo  infinite  as  thefe 

Exceed  our  nobleil  fongs, 

2x.  The  companion  of  a  dying  Chrifh 

I   f\  UR  fpirits  join  t'  adore  the  Lamb, 
V_/   O,  that  our  feeble  lips  could  move 
In  {trains  immortal  as  his  name, 
And  melting  as  his  dying  love  ! 

%  Was  ever  equal  pity  found  ? 
The  prince  of  heav'n  refign's  his  breath, 
And  pours  his  life  out  on  the  ground, 
To  ranfom  guilty  worms  from  death. 

3  [Rebel's,  we  broke  our  maker's  laws; 
He  from  the  threat'nings  fet  us  free, 
Bore  the  full  veng'anoe  on  hiscrofs, 
And  nail'd  the  curfes  to  the  tree.] 

4  [The  law  proclaims  no  terror  now, 
And  Sinai's  thunder  roars  no  more? 
From  all  his  wounds  new  bleffings  fiow, 
A  fea  of  joy  without  a  fhore, 

%  Here  we  have  wam'd  our  deepeft  ftains, 
And  heard  our  wounds  with  heav'niy  blood 
Blefs'd  fountain  !  fpringihg  from  the  veins 
Ofjefu^  our  incarnate  Cod,l 


*6*         HYMN     XXIV.  Bx.  III. 

6  In  vain  our  mortal  voices  ftrivc 
To  fpcak  compaffinn  fo  divine  ; 
Had  we  a  thoufand  lives  to  %ive, 
A  thoufand  lives  mould  all  be  Jhine. 

25  Grace  and  Glory  by  the  death  of  CliriH» 

1    Qltting  around  our  father's  board, 
O   Wcraift  our  tuneful  breath: 
Our  faith  beholds  the  dying  Lord> 
And  dooms  our  iins  to  death. 
1  We  fee  the  blood  of  Jtfus  flLed, 
Whence  all  our  pardons  rife  : 
The  (inner  views  th'  atonement  matte, 
And  loves  the  facrihee. 

3  Thy  cruel  thorns  thy  ihameful  crofe 

Procure  us  hsav'nly  crowns: 
Cur  high  eft  gain  fprings  from  thy  lofc> 
Our  healing  from  thy  wounds, 

4  Oh  'tia  impoifible  that  we 

Who  dwell  in  feeble  clay, 
Should- equal  fuiPrings  bear  for  thee 
Or  equa.  thanks  repay. 

14  Pardon  and  Jirengih  from  Chrtfk* 

I    T71  ATHER  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace, 
JL       To  fee  thy  glories  fliinc  ! 
The  Lord  will  his  own  table  blefs, 
And  make  the  feail  divine, 

,  2  We  touch,  we  tafte  the  heav'nly  bread, 
We  drink  the  fccred  cup  : 
With  outward  forms  our  fenfe  is  Ud, 
Our  fouls  rejoice  in  hope. 
3  We  (hall  appear  before  the  throne 
Of  our  forgiving  Go^> 


HYMN     XXV.  m 

Drefs'd  in  the  garments  of  his  Son, 
And  fpriak?cd  with  his  blood. 

^  We  (hall  be  llrong  to  ran  the  race, 
And  climb  the  upper  fty, 
Chrilt  will  provide  our  fouls  with  grace. 
He  bought  a  large  fupply. 

£  [Let  us  indulge  a  cheerful  frame, 
For  joy  becomes  a  feaft  ; 
We  love  the  mem'ry  of  hi3  mrr^ 
More  than  the  wine  we  tafte.j 

2rf  Divine  gfories  axd  Gr&css. 
1    TTOW  are  thy  glories  here  dilplay'd, 
jt"l  Great  God  !  how  bright  they  (Sine I 
While  at  thy  word  we  break  the  hresd. 
Aad  pout  the  flowing  wine  ! 

a'  Here  thy  rever.g'iRg  juftice  frauds, 
And  pleads  its  dreadful  caufe  ; 
Kere  faving  mercy  fpreadsfcer  handr 
Like  jefus  on  the  crofs. 

g  Thy  faints  attend  with  ev'ry  grace 
On  this  great  facrinee  ; 
And  love  appears  with  cheerful  hcc% 
And  faun  with  fixed  eyes. 

4.  Our  hope  in  waiting  poflure  fits, 
To  heav'n  directs  her  fight  t 
Here  ev'ry  warmer  paffion  meets. 
And  warmer  powr's  unite. 

I  Zeal  and  revenge  perform  their  part, 
"And  Fifing  &n  deftroy  ; 
Repentance  comes  with  aching  hciru 
Yet  not  forbids  our  joy. 


i€6  HYMN    XXV.         Bk.  Ill 

6  Dear  Saviour,  change  our  faith  to  fight, 
Let  fin  for  ever  die  ; 

Then  ihall  our  fouls  be  all  delight. 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry. 

I  Cannot  perfuade  myfelf  to  put  a  full  period 
to  thefe  Divine  Hymns,  till  1  have  addrefTed 
a  fpecial  fong  of  glory  to  God  the  Father,  the 
Son  and  the  Holy  Spirit,  Though  the  Latin 
name  of  it,  Gloria  Patri,  be  retained  in  our 
uation  from  the  Ptcnan  Church  ;  and  though 
there  may  be  fome  excefles  of  fuperllitious  ho- 
Hour  paid  to  the  words  of  it,  which  may  have 
wrought  fome  unhappy  prejudices  in  wesker 
Christians,  yet  I  believe  it  (till  to  be  one  of  the 
noblefl  parts  of  Chriftian  worlhip.  The  lub- 
jecl  ot  it  is  the  doclrine  oi  the  Trinity,  which 
in  that  peculiar  glory  of  the  divine  nature,  that 
our  Lord  JcjusChriJt  has  fo  clearly  revealed 
unto  men,  and  is  fo  neceflary  to  true  Chrifti- 
afiuity.  The  action  is  praife,  which  is  one  of 
the  moft  complete  and  exalted  parts  of  heaven- 
ly worfhip.  1  have  cafl  the  fong  into  a  varie- 
ty of  forms  and  have  fitted  it  by  a^plain  ver- 
fion,  or  a  larger  p3raphrafe;  to  be  fung  either 
alone,  or  at  the  conclufion  of  another  hymn. 
I  have  added  alfo  a  few  Hofannas,  or  afcpjp. 
tions  of  {alvation  to  Chrijl  in  the  fame  manner, 
and  lor  the  fame  end. 


H  Y  M  N    XXVII.  *$7 

DOXOLOG1ES. 
$ Song  ofpraije  to  the  ever  blejfsd 'Trinity '/Goi' 
the  Father,  Son  and  Spirit. 
i£.  Firit  Long  Metre. 
I   TQ  Le-fs'd  be  the  Father  and  his  love, 
JO  To  whofe  celefiial  fource  we  owe 
Rivers  of  endlefs  joys  above, 
And  rills  of  comfort  here  below. 

-s  Glory  to  the  great  Son  of  God, 

From  whofe  dear  wounded  body  rollf 
A  precious  frream  of  vital  blood, 
Pardon  and  life  for  dying  fouls. 

3  We  give  thee,  f=ered  fpirit  praife, 
Who  in  our  hearts  of  fin  and  woe 
Makes  living  fprings of  grace  arife, 
And  into  boundleis  glory  flow, 

4  Thus  God  the  "Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit  we  adore  : 
That  fea  of  life  and  love  unknown, 
Without  a  bottom  or  a  more. 

2,7.  FirfV  Cc7/vw<?«v  Metre. 
LORY  to  God  the  Father's  name. 
Who  from  ourfinful  race 
Chofe  out  his  fav'rites -to proclaim 
The  honours  of  his  grace. 

%  Glory  to  God  the  Son,  be  paid, 

Who  dwelt  in,humble  clay, 
And  to  redeem  us  from  the  dead? 

Gave  his  own  Hfe  away. 
■3  Giory  to  God  the  Spirit,  give 

From  whofe  almighty  pow'r^ 

&* 


'ftf*  H  Y  M  N     XXIX.        Bk.  lu. 

OurTtuls  their  beav'nly  birth  derive., 
And  blefs  the  happy  hour. 

4  Glory  to  God  that  reigns  above, 

The  eternal  three  in  one, 
Who  by  the  wonders  of  his  love,  ■ 
Has  made  his  nature  known, 

28.  Fkft  Short  TAcire* 

1  T     ET  God  the  Father  live 
\  ,4   For  ever  on  our  tongues ; 
Sinners  from  his  fir  It  love  derive 

The  ground  of  all  their  fongs, 

2  Y e  faj  n  t  s  e  m  pi oy  y on r  b rea t h 

In  honour  to  the  Son, 
Who  bought  your  fouls  from  hell  and  death 
By  off' ring  up  his  o\yn. 

5  Give  to  T  h  e  fp  i  r i  t  p  r  a  i  fe 

Of  an  im  mortal  ft  rain, 
Whole  light,  and  pov/*'r,  and  grace  conveys 
Salvation  down  to  men. 

a  While  God  the  the  comforter, 
R.e  veals  our  pardon :d  fin, 
O  mzy  the  blood  and  water  bear 
TIm  fame  recorxj  within. 

-  great  One  in  Three, 
That  feai'd  this  grace  in  heav'r., 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  he 
ernaj  glory  giv'n, 

29.  'Second  Long  Metre. 

I  jpl  LORY  to  God  the  Trinity, 

8"    \'v  h  ofe  n ape  has  10  y  ft  e  r  i  e  s  u n k  uc  v;  n 


HYMN     XXXIII,  stf9 

In  Eflence  one,  in  perfons  three  ; 
A  focial  nature,  yet  alone. 
s,  When  all  our  noblefl  pow'rs  arc  join'd 
The  honours  of  thy  name  to  raifie. 
Thy  glories  overmatch  our  mind, 
And  angels  faint  beneath  the  praife- 
30.   Second  Comviaji  Meire. 
%   *  g  *  HE  God  of  mercy  he  ador'd, 
JL     Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death, 
Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  wprd. 
And  new  creating  breath. 
2  To  praife  the  father  and  the  fon^ 
And  fpirit  all  divine, 
The  one  in  three,  and  three  in  one£ 
Let  faints  and  aengeis  join. 

31.    Second  Short  Metre. 

1  '       ET  God  the  maker's,  name, 
j^   Have  honour,  love,  and  kRT? 
To  God  the  Saviour  pay  the  fame , 

And  God  the  comforter, 

2  Father  of  lights  above, 

Thy  mercy  we  adore, 
The  fon  of  thine  eternal  love. 
And  fpirit  of  thy  power. 

2/2.    Third  Long  Metre, 

TO  God  the  father,  God  the  lot., 
And  God  the  fpirit,   three  in  onej 
Be  honour,  praife,  and  glory  giv'n 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav?ti.- 

33.     Or  Thus. 
A   LL  glory  to  thy  wond'rous  name 
Jt%>  f&hcx  of  mercy,  God  of  b^re,, 


?-/•        HYMN    XXXVliL      Bk.  III. 
Thus  we  exalt  rhc  Lord  the  L*^ 
And  thus  we  praife  the  heav'nly  dove„ 

34.  Third  CQ??:?ZQn  Metre* 

NOW  let  the  father  and  the  ion 
And  fpiru  be  adcr'd, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  Bim  known 
Or  faints  to  love  the  Lord. 

35'.  Or  Thus, 

HONOUR  to  th'  almighty  three, 
And  everlafting  one  } 
All  glory  to  the  father  be, 
Th-e  fprrit  and  the  'fon. 

36.  Third  Short  Metre, 

YE  angels  round  the  throne, 
And  faints  that  dwell  below, 
Worfliip  the  father,  love  the  f/a 
And  blefs  the  fpirit  too. 

57.   Or  %h:is. 

GIVE  to  the  Father  praifj, 
Give  glory  to  the  fon, 
And  to  the  fpirit  of  his  grace 
Be  equal  honour  dene. 

•38.  A Jong  of "praife ic  the klejfid 'Trinity*  Hie 
nrft  csihe  cyjviiith  Pfahn. 
I    f  Give  immortal  praife 
$^  To  God  the  Father's  love 
For  all  my  comforts  here, 
,And  better  hopes  above  : 
He  fent  his  own 
•Eternal  fon 
To  die  for  fins 
Thst  man  is d  <-*ene« 


HYMN     XXXIX.  i7i 

%  To  God  the  fon  belongs 
Immortal  glory  too 
Who  bought  us  with  his  blood 
From  everlafling  woes 
-And  now  he  lives, 
And  now  he  reigns. 
And  fees  the  fruit 
Of  all  his  pains. 
%  To  God  the  fpirit's  name 
Immortal  worihip  give, 
Whofe  new-creating  pow'r 
Makes  the  dead  fin  tier  live  5 
His  work  completes 
The  great  defign 
And  fills  the  foul 
With  joy  divine. 
4  Almighty  God  !   to  thee 
Be  endlefs  honours,  done, 
The  undivided  three, 
And  the  myfterioifs  one  : 
Where  reafon  fails 
With  all  her  pow'rs, 
There  faith  prevails. 
And  love  adores. 

39.  The  Second  as  the  cxlviiith  pfaki 
I   r~w~^0  him  that  chofe  us  firil, 
JL      Before  the  world  \%k%£% 
To  him  that  bore  ihecurfe& 
To  fave  rebellious  man  j 
To  him  that  form'd  ; 
Our  hearts  anew 
Is  endiefs  praife, 
And  glory  due* 


111     "      H  V  M  N    XLL  fiK   fir 

2   The  Father's  love  (hall  run 
Thro'  our  immortal  fon^s 
We  bring  to  God  the  Ton 
Hofannas  on  our  tongues 
Our  iips  ad(fre'fs  * 

The  fpirits  name 
.With  e<ji?al  praifc. 
And  zeal  the  fame. 
3  Let  ev'ry  faint  above, 
And  angel  round  the  throng 
forever  blefs  and  love 
The  facred  three  in  one  : 
Thus  heav'n  ftall  rajfc 
His  honors  high 
When  earth  and  time 
Grow  old  and  die, 

O  God  the  Father'*  throne, 
Perpetual  hoaors  raifs ;     ' 
Glory  to  God  thc  Son 
To  God  thefpirit  praife  i 
And  while  our  lips 
Their  tribute  bring, 
Our  h'nh  adore? 
The  nais*  we  ring, 

T4x.  GrJ%&* 
O  our  eternal  God, 
The  Father  and  the  ? 
And  fpirit  all  divine, 
Three  ray  ft  cries  in  one, 
Salvation  vow'r, 
And  praife  be  giv'/i, 
By  all  on  earth", 
And  all.  in  heav'u. 


HYMN    XLIV.  -  273 

The  HOSANN A  ;    or,  Salvation  afcribed  fa 
Cferift. 

42.  Long  Metre. 

I  TT  OS  ANN  A  to  King  Davids  fon, 
JL  A   Who  reigns  on  a  faperior  throne  1 
We  blefs  the  prince  of  heav'nly  birth, 
Who  brings  falvation  down  to  earth. 

%  Let  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  delightful  work  engage  s 
Old  men  and  babes  in  %ion  iing 
The  growing  gloried  of  htr  King. 

43.  Cowmen  Meire. 

I  TT  OS  ANN  A  to  the  Print*  of  grats? 
X  \   Zion?  behold  thy  King  5 
Proclaim  the  Son  of  I^avid's  race, 
And  teach  the  babes  tpiing. 

i  Hofanna  to  th'  incarnate  word, 
Who  from  the  Father  came  j 
Afcribe  falvation  to  the  Lord  ; 
With  bleflings  on  his  name. 

44,   S  fart  Metre. 

1  YTOSANNA  to  the  Son 
|i   Of  David  and  of  God. 
Who  brouhgt  the  news  of  pardon  dows, 
And  bought  us  with  his  blood. 

t  To  Chrift  th'  anointed  King 
'   Be  endlefs  bleflings  giv'n 
T^et  the  whole  earth  his  glory  fmg 
Who  nude  our  peace  with  heav*i?> 


27*  H  Y  M  N     XLV  Bk.III, 

45.  ^//^cxlviiithPfalm, 
J    TTOSANNA  to  the  King 
JlX  Of  David's  ancient  blood  j 
Behoid  he  comes  to  bring    . 
Forgiving  grace  from  God: 
Let  old  and  young 
Attend  his  way 
And  at  his  feet 
Their  honours  lay, 
%  Glory  to  God  on  high, 
Salvation  to  the  Lamb  ; 
Let  earth  and  fe-a  and  flcy 
His  wond'rous  love  proclaim. 
Upon  his  head 
Shall  honors  reft, 
And  ev'ry  age 
Pronounce  him  bleflt. 


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